Bucky Covington - Hometown

^AI'm sittin' on the^D train bridge waitin' on^A sundown ^ARiver winds settin^A7' low on that wh^Dole town ^AAnd nothin' else^C#7 to do but think ^DAnd toss a stone and watc^Bh it sink Lord^A, I hope Heaven's a^E lot like my home^Atown

^AI'm walkin' down the old^D track balancin'^A on a rail ^AA Sunday breeze ^A7carrying church ^Dbells ^AA sunlight k^C#7aleidoscope ^DAnd through them leaves of a sca^Brlet hope Lord,^AI hope heaven's a ^Elot like my homet^Aown

^AHallelujah, lift my ^Dspirit into ^Athe sky ^{D A}Until I'm home a^Dgain in the sweet by a^End by By and ^Aby

^AI've heard the preacher talkin' 'bout str^Deets of gold ^ABut, I'll be fin^A7e forever walking thes^De dirt roads ^AThe home place ain't^C# much to see ^DBut this mansion ain^B't enough for me ^ALord, I hope heaven's a^E lot like my homet^F#mown ^DHey, hey... ^ALord, I hope heaven's ^Ea lot like my homet^Aown