Home Chords by Joe Diffie
Tempo:
78.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
C#
G
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D#]
The [C#]
only thing I see ahead [F#] is just the [G#] horizon [C#] of the road.
The rainbows I've [A#m] been chasing keep [F#] on fading before [G#] I find my [C#] pot of gold.
[F#] And more and more I'm thinking that the only treasures that I'll [C#] ever know
[A#m] [C#] are long ago and far behind, [G#] wrapped up in my memories [C#] of home.
[F#] Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy road between [C#] my toes.
[F#]
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and Mama'd [C#] sing Amazing Grace
while she hung [G#] out the clothes.
[F#]
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper [C#] on the stove.
[A#m]
[C#] My footsteps carry me away, [G#] but in my mind I'm always [C#] going home.
[A] [D] Now the miles I've put behind me [G] ain't as hard [A] as the miles that lay [D] ahead.
And it's way too [Bm] late to listen [G] to the word of [A] wisdom that my [D] daddy said.
[G] The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand [D] winding roads.
[Bm] [D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [D] going home.
[G]
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy road between [D] my toes.
[G] Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and Mama'd [D] sing Amazing Grace
while she hung [A] out the clothes.
[G] Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper [D] on the stove.
[Bm] [D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [D] going home.
[G] The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand [D] winding [Bm] roads.
[D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [G] going home.
[D]
[N]
The [C#]
only thing I see ahead [F#] is just the [G#] horizon [C#] of the road.
The rainbows I've [A#m] been chasing keep [F#] on fading before [G#] I find my [C#] pot of gold.
[F#] And more and more I'm thinking that the only treasures that I'll [C#] ever know
[A#m] [C#] are long ago and far behind, [G#] wrapped up in my memories [C#] of home.
[F#] Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy road between [C#] my toes.
[F#]
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and Mama'd [C#] sing Amazing Grace
while she hung [G#] out the clothes.
[F#]
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper [C#] on the stove.
[A#m]
[C#] My footsteps carry me away, [G#] but in my mind I'm always [C#] going home.
[A] [D] Now the miles I've put behind me [G] ain't as hard [A] as the miles that lay [D] ahead.
And it's way too [Bm] late to listen [G] to the word of [A] wisdom that my [D] daddy said.
[G] The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand [D] winding roads.
[Bm] [D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [D] going home.
[G]
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy road between [D] my toes.
[G] Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and Mama'd [D] sing Amazing Grace
while she hung [A] out the clothes.
[G] Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper [D] on the stove.
[Bm] [D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [D] going home.
[G] The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand [D] winding [Bm] roads.
[D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [G] going home.
[D]
[N]
Key:
D
C#
G
A
F#
D
C#
G
_ [D#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
The _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ only thing I see ahead [F#] is just the [G#] horizon [C#] of the road.
_ The rainbows I've [A#m] been chasing keep [F#] on fading before [G#] I find my [C#] pot of gold.
_ [F#] And more and more I'm thinking that the only treasures that I'll [C#] ever know
[A#m] _ [C#] are long ago and far behind, [G#] wrapped up in my memories [C#] of home.
_ _ [F#] Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy road between [C#] my toes.
_ _ [F#]
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and Mama'd [C#] sing Amazing Grace
while she hung [G#] out the clothes.
_ [F#]
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper [C#] on the stove.
[A#m] _
[C#] My footsteps carry me away, [G#] but in my mind I'm always [C#] going home. _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] Now the miles I've put behind me [G] ain't as hard [A] as the miles that lay [D] ahead.
_ And it's way too [Bm] late to listen [G] to the word of [A] wisdom that my [D] daddy said.
_ [G] The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand [D] winding roads.
[Bm] _ [D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [D] going home.
_ _ _ [G]
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy road between [D] my toes. _
_ [G] Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and Mama'd [D] sing Amazing Grace
while she hung [A] out the clothes.
_ [G] Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper [D] on the stove.
[Bm] _ [D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [D] going home.
_ [G] The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand [D] winding [Bm] roads.
[D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [G] going home. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
The _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ only thing I see ahead [F#] is just the [G#] horizon [C#] of the road.
_ The rainbows I've [A#m] been chasing keep [F#] on fading before [G#] I find my [C#] pot of gold.
_ [F#] And more and more I'm thinking that the only treasures that I'll [C#] ever know
[A#m] _ [C#] are long ago and far behind, [G#] wrapped up in my memories [C#] of home.
_ _ [F#] Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy road between [C#] my toes.
_ _ [F#]
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and Mama'd [C#] sing Amazing Grace
while she hung [G#] out the clothes.
_ [F#]
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper [C#] on the stove.
[A#m] _
[C#] My footsteps carry me away, [G#] but in my mind I'm always [C#] going home. _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] Now the miles I've put behind me [G] ain't as hard [A] as the miles that lay [D] ahead.
_ And it's way too [Bm] late to listen [G] to the word of [A] wisdom that my [D] daddy said.
_ [G] The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand [D] winding roads.
[Bm] _ [D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [D] going home.
_ _ _ [G]
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy road between [D] my toes. _
_ [G] Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and Mama'd [D] sing Amazing Grace
while she hung [A] out the clothes.
_ [G] Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper [D] on the stove.
[Bm] _ [D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [D] going home.
_ [G] The straight and narrow path he showed me turned into a thousand [D] winding [Bm] roads.
[D] My footsteps carry me away, [A] but in my mind I'm always [G] going home. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _