Sasha - Coming home

^FIt's a beautiful ^Dmday, it's a beautiful ^Gmmorning ^CI'm coming ^Fhome, it's a beautiful ^Dmday, memories are ^Gmcalling, ^CI'm coming ^Fhome

^FAfter the ^Dmfall there ^Gmcomes a time to ^Crest your senses ^FAnd after ^Dmall, I de--^Gmcided that I ^Cwon't be on my ^Fown. So I'm ^Dmdriving and the ^Gmstreets are as ^Cwhite as they can ^Fbe, there's a ^Dmlight in every--^Fthing I see, I'm coming home

^Bb It's a beautiful ^Gm day, it's a beautiful ^Cm morning, ^F I'm coming ^Bb home, It's a beautiful ^Gm day, memories are ^Cm calling, ^F I'm coming ^Bbhome

^FI walk a-^Dmlone and the ^Gmperfect smell seems ^Cso familiar ^FLike I've never been ^Dmgone and I ^Gmfeel the warm em- ^Cbrace of every-^Fone I was ^Dmmissing. Now I'm ^Gmhere and I'm ^Clistening to the ^Fvoice that is ^Dmleading me the ^Flast steps down the road I'm coming ^Bbhome

^BbIt's a beautiful ^Gmday, it's a beautiful ^Cmmorning, ^FI'm coming ^Bbhome, It's a beautiful ^Gmday, memories are ^Cmcalling, ^FI'm coming h^Bbome

.... It ́s a beautiful ^Gm day. It's a day to ^Cm remember, ^F I'm coming ^Bbhome. It's a beautiful ^Gmday and I finally ^Cmend up, ^FI'm coming ^Bbhome