Misc Your Songs - Alice whaley - miles

I’m f^Five thousand eight hundred and seventeen ^Cmiles away from home ^CBut it doesn’t matter what I do I’ll never be al^Fone ^BbWhy is that, you ^Fask me? ^CWell I’m glad you asked me t^Fhat. ‘Cause I’ve got some good c^Criollos and I’ve got my cowboy h^Fat

^BbOh Mama, ^FPapa, ^CI’m not far aw^Fay ^BbI’m right here in my ho^Fmeland And it’s ^Bbwhere I’m gonna ^Cstay With my f^Bbeet both in the st^Firrups And my ^Chat upon my ^Fhead ^CHome is where the heart is, not where I lay my ^Fbed

While I sit ^Fin my dusty ass bombachas, ^Cplaying you this song ^Cthink back to all the books I’ve read - they couldn’t be more ^Fwrong ^BbThe only thing worth kn^Fowing ^CI’ll tell you now, it’s ^Fthis Life happens in the c^Country, and life’s too good to m^Fiss

^BbOh Mama, ^FPapa, ^CI’m not far aw^Fay ^BbI’m right here in my ho^Fmeland And it’s w^Bbhere I’m gonna s^Ctay ^BbWith my feet both in the st^Firrups And my ^Chat upon my h^Fead ^CHome is where the heart is, not where I lay my ^Fbed

Oh I’m m^Files away I’m miles away, but there’s be^Cer and boy there’s meat ^CI’ve been drinking maté, alpargatas on my ^Ffeet And ^Bbwhen I’m in the s^Faddle, ^CThe world is all as ^Fone My j^Courney isn’t over no, it’s only just beg^Fun

^BbOh Mama, P^Fapa, I^C’m not far aw^Fay ^BbI’m right here in my h^Fomeland And it’s w^Bbhere I’m gonna s^Ctay With my ^Bbfeet both in the st^Firrups And my h^Cat upon my h^Fead ^CHome is where the heart is, not where I lay my ^Fbed