Les Paul & Mary Ford - Theres no place like home

I've ^Dgot a little ^Gwife, she's the ^Djoy of my life, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome. I've ^Dgot a little ^Ghouse that I ^Dcall my own, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome. I ^Gcome home at night from a ^Dhard day's work, meet ^Asix or seven kids with their ^Dfaces full of dirt, And they ^Gall go to sleep on the ^Dbosom of your shirt, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome.

^DHome, ^Gsweet sweet ^Dhome, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome.

When the ^Drela^Gtives come to ^Dvisit you, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome. They'll ^Dbring their ^Gtrunks and ^Dstick like glue, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome. They'll ^Gtake all the very best ^Dbeds you've got, and yo^Au can sleep out in an ^Dold, cold cot, With a ^Gbrother-in-law who's a^Dbout half shot, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome.

When the ^Dbaby cries ^Gout in the ^Dmiddle of the night, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome. You'll ^Dsearch for ^Gmedicine wit^Dhout any light, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome. You ^Gjump out the bed on an ^Dupturned tack, and ^Afly down the stairs on the ^Dmiddle of your back, and your ^Gwife hollers out "Oh ^Dhurry up, Jack", There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome.

^DHome, ^Gsweet sweet ^Dhome, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome.

With your ^Gwife's cold feet in the ^Dmiddle of your back, There's ^Ano place like ^Dhome.