JJ Heller – Coming Home (Guitar)

         C            Am                                                                                            
Saw the ocean from a plane

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New York City from a train

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Fell asleep riding shotgun bound for New Mexico

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You know I love the sand

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But wherever I land

        F             G           C   (F) C                                                                        
There's nothing quite like coming home

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They have lobsters in Maine

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Vegas has the buffets

        Dm           C           G     (C) G                                                               
Down in Georgia, the peaches are sweet, I know

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But sipping tea in my yard

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Is the sweetest by far

        F             G           C    Am D G                                                                    
There's nothing quite like coming home

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Grandma's picture on the wall

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Dad's piano in the hall

    C            Am             Dm        G                                                                
The clock on the mantle broke a long time ago

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There's a feeling inside

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No money can buy

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There's nothing quite like coming home

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The old carpet's worn thin

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From the places we'd spin

          Dm             C           G     (C) G                                                              
While old blue eyes serenaded on the old stereo

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There's a world to explore

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Far beyond my front door

            F             G           C  (F) C F                                                                
But there's nothing quite like coming home

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I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm from

              Am       D                    G  (Am) G                                                           
I could never forget it, it's the place I belong

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My initials on a tree

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You can find the spare key

        Dm           C         G (Am) G                                                                          
Hanging there by the back patio

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However long I've been gone

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There's a light always on

        F             G           Am   D                                                                    
There's nothing quite like coming hoooome

        F             G           C    Am D G C                                                                 
There's nothing quite like coming home

F                  C       Am
 And As I Serve My Country

                     F
 I Miss The Family I Love

                     Am        D
 But I Will Never Forget Them

                        G   (Am) G
 It's In Their Arms I Belong