Turning Home Chords by David Nail

_ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ Usually take one last [Dm] pass through town, stop the car and [Bb] touch the ground.
[F] Watch those street lights swaying [C] in the breeze.
[F] _ _ Decorated [Dm] storefronts, rusty old gas [Bb] pumps.
Try to fill my mind up with something before I go.
[Dm] _ [F] Picture postcard [Bb] _ [C] memories, _
[Dm] you know they [F] always make for good [Bb] company.
[C] _ _
[F] _ I don't know no [A] town like the old [Dm] town.
[F] Even when the miles are [Bb] many, [Bbm] I feel like I'm still [F] around.
Deep inside [A] of me, like a range through an old [Dm] tree.
There's something [F] about a Sunday [Bb] when I'm gone.
[C] Keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ Standing there beneath these [Dm] built-on lights, takes me back to those [Bb] autumn nights.
Hometown beaches, back-drilled [F] pipes, makes me march [C] down the field.
[F] People swing from a drive-thru [Dm] gate, out on that corner road a real [Bb] late.
No one to walk the line to, [F] straight we usually made it [C] home alright.
[Dm] In [C] glory days I [Bb] came to live, [C] _ _
[Dm] _ [C] stories I'll never [Bb] forget.
_ [C] _ _
[F] _ I don't know no [A] friend like the old [Dm] friend.
[C] Never seem to laugh [Bb] now, [Bbm] like I did with [F] them.
Deep inside [A] me, a piece of my [Dm] history.
I hear their [C] voices even [Bb] though they're gone.
[C] It keeps me [F] turning [Bb] home.
_ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ [F] _ Never twice the same way [D] does it start.
Sure enough she [Bb] stole my heart.
[Gm] That old gym [F] floor, it's been round and [C] round one night.
_ [F] _ Though we both tried [Dm] hard to wait, you sure didn't [Bb] love the taste.
The sweet love [F] being made, praying I [C] got it right.
_ [Dm] _ _ [C] Graduation [Bb] came and went, _
[C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] along with all the [Bb] time we spent.
[C] _ _ [F] _ I don't know no [A] love like the first [Dm] love.
_ [C] _ [Bb] Time, [Bbm] she's the one I'm thinking [F] of.
Deep inside [A] me, I know the things that's bittersweet.
[Dm] I see her [F] smiling even though [Bb] she's gone.
[C] It keeps me [F] turning home. Oh [Bb] _ [Dm] well.
[C] It keeps me [F] turning home.
_ [Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _
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