Sean Keane - Home

The ^Conly thing I see ahead is ^Fjust The heat rising off the ^Croad, The ^C rainbows I keep chasing Keep on fading before I ^Amfind My crock of ^Ggold, And ^F more and more I'm thinking ^AmThat the ^Fonly treasures That I'll ^Gever ^Cknow^F, Are ^Clong ago and far behind ^GAnd wrapped up in my memories of ^Chome.

^AmHome was a swimming hole and a ^FFishing pole and the feel of the Muddy road be^Gneath my ^Ctoes, ^Am Home was a back porch swing Where ^FI would sit and Mama sang '^CAmazing Grace'^Am while she ^Dmhung out The ^Gclothes, ^FHome was an easy chair with my ^AmDaddy there And the ^Fsmell of Sunday supper ^Gon the ^Cstove ^F, My ^Cfootsteps carry me away but ^Gin my mind, I'm always going ^Chome.

The ^Cmiles that lay behind weren't as Hard as the ^Fmiles that lay a^Chead And ^C it's too late to listen To the words of wisdom ^Amthat my Daddy ^Gsaid, And the ^Fstraight and narrow path he showed me Turned into a thousand winding ^C roads,^F My ^C footsteps carry me away but ^G in my mind, I'm always going ^C home.

And ^F the straight and narrow path he showed me Turned into a thousand winding ^Croads^F My^C footsteps carry me away but ^Gin my mind, I'm always going ^Chome.