Shania Twain - Home aint where his heart is

He ^Dknew how to ^Ereach me deep ^Ainside And he ^Dfound a part of ^Eme I could not ^Ahide And we'd ^Dwalk and talk and ^Etouch tenderl^F#my Then he'd ^Dlay me down and ^Emake love to ^Ame We ^Dbuilt a love so ^Estrong it couldn't ^Abreak There was ^Dnot a road we ^Ewere afraid to ^Atake And we'd kiss ^Dall the way from ^EArkansas to ^F#mRome Cause in each ^Dother's arms we were ^Ehome sweet ^Ahome But he don't ^Dfeel the same since our ^Alives became Years of ^F#mbills, ^Dbabies, and ^Echains.

^AHom^Ee ain't where his ^F#mheart is anymore ^AHe may ^Ehang his hat ^F#mbehind our bedroom door But ^Ahe don't lay his ^Ehead down to ^F#mlove me like before ^AHome ain't where his ^Eheart is any^Amore.

If found^Dations made of ^Estone can turn to ^Adust Then the ^Dhardest hearts of ^Esteel can turn to ^Arust If he could ^Donly find that ^Efeeling once ag^F#main If we could ^Donly change the ^Eway the story ^Aends And he may ^Dstill come home, but I ^Alive here alone The love that ^F#mbuilt these ^Dwalls is ^Egone.