Jessie Buckley - Glasgow no place like home

I’ve worn out the st^Cones in front of your doorstep Coming and go^Fing, coming and going You kept the lights ^Con, and I always knew that I should have said th^Fank you a thousand miles ago

But I pu^Gshed you away, put a p^Fin in a map ^GThen I got lost in the st^Form

Had to f^Cind my own way, make ^Gmy own mistakes But ^Amyou know that ^GI had to ^Fgo Aint no ye^Cllow brick road ru^Gnning through Glasgow But I’ve fo^Amund one that’s str^Gonger than s^Ftone Aint no place like ho^Cme, ^G Aint no place like h^Amome. ^F

Moon hanging l^Cow over my window Shoebox of dre^Fams hid under my bed Follow the bright li^Cghts, city of gold I had to leave to re^Falise all I needed was here

^GNow we both know that there’s no^Fthing That a li^Gttle time and Patsy Cline wouldn’t f^Fix

Had to f^Cind my own way, make ^Gmy own mistakes But ^Amyou know that ^GI had to g^Fo Aint no ye^Cllow brick road run^Gning through Glasgow But I’ve f^Amound one that’s st^Gronger than s^Ftone Aint no place like h^Come, ^G Aint no place like h^Amome. ^F

I just cl^Gick my heels th^Free more times T^Amhere it all is, what’s al^Fways been mine

Aint no ye^Cllow brick road run^Gning through Glasgow But I’ve fo^Amund one that’s str^Gonger than st^Fone Aint no place like h^Come, ^G Aint no place like h^Amome. ^F Aint no place like h^Come, ^G Aint no place like h^Amome. ^F

Aint no place like h^Come, ^G Aint no place like h^Amome. ^{F C}