Kate Wolf - North main street

^DLooking out my ^A7window,^G what do I ^Dsee That old sun comes shining^{Em G}through the cypress ^A7trees ^CA big old rambling ^Ghouse, built long a^Ego for someone's ^A7wife In the ^Dheart of the ^Emcity, living a ^Gmellow ^A7country ^Dlife

Barbara's in the ^A7kitchen, she's ^Gmaking lunch for ^DJill Richard's loading up the Ford^Em for a ^Gtrip into the ^A7hills And ^CDon's out in the ^Gyard, ^Eworking on his ^A7car And I'm ^Dsitting in this ^Emquiet room, ^Gplaying ^A7my gui^Dtar

Well, I can't call them my ^A7family, 'cause we're ^Gnot of common ^Dblood When I think about going home,^{Em G}this is one place I can ^A7come ^CLiving on the ^Groad without a ^Ehouse to call my ^A7own That ^Ddoor is always ^Emopen, it ^Ghelps me feel I'm ^A7not a^Dlone

Well, many nights we've ^A7gathered around the ^Gtable in this ^Droom Singing songs and talking^{Em G}and looking at the ^A7moon A ^Csummer to re^Gmember when our ^Etime had passed a^A7way It's ^Dhard to think where ^Emwe might be ^Gten years ^A7from to^Dday

All around this ^A7country, we're all ^Gsingers in one ^Dband If you have a friend who's travelling,^Em won't you ^Ghelp him when you ^A7can ^CShare the things you've ^Glearned and he'll ^Etell you what he's ^A7seen Let your ^Dsongs bring you to^Emgether, while you ^Gfollow ^A7in your ^Ddreams