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AbmWhen I'm out on the road Ebtired and alone Fmand I get that feeling I've been Dbgone too long
AbThat's when I know I Ebneed a little taste ofAb home AbWhen I'm running on empty and itEb's cold and it's dark
Fmwith wings on my wheels and a huDbnger in my heart FmThat's when I know, I Ebneed a little taste ofAb home
EbA little taste of Dbhome,Eb takes me there anAbd back again Back to where I'm Dbfrom, Ebwarms me up like aAb good old friend
FmNo matter where I Dbgo, it Abfeels so good tDbo know Fmthat waiting at the end of the rEboad's a little taste ofAb home
T-I-M DbH-O-R-AbT-O-N-EbS AbT-I-M DbH-O-R-FmT-O-EbN-SAb
AbThrough the blaze in the sun or the Ebblinding snow FmWhen I hear that song on the Dbradio I Abknow, I need a Eblittle taste ofAb home
WhAben I wake up in a place that I've Ebnever been before FmI go looking for that sign and I Dbdrive up to that door
FmCause I know, I'm gonna Ebfind a little taste ofAb home A little taste of Dbhome, Ebtakes me there andAb back again
Back to where I'm Dbfrom, Ebwarms me up like aAb good old friend FmNo matter where I Dbgo, it Abfeels so good tDbo know
that Fmwaiting at the end of the rEboad's a little taste ofAb home T-I-M DbH-O-R-AbT-O-N-EbS AbT-I-M DbH-O-R-FmT-O-AbN-S