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G mama’s got her apron on standin in the kitchen C cookin up my favorite dish , whatever she is fixin A C G Daddy’s in a picture in a frame that’s always sittin by the phone G dafodils are poppin up out behind the clothesline C underneath that tree i planted when i was just a boy of 9 A C man i never can believe just how much its grown when i go Chorus G C home , back home F C to the gentle place that held me close , as i became a man F G C D and the streets are all familiar and an old friend shakes my hand , and i feel G C fine , so fine F C yeah knowing that this road i’m wandering on F D G from time to time always leads me home . G brother he’ll be waitin with the latest from the grapevine sayin C man you won’t believe them stories bout those crazy friends of mine A C G and all them little scandals , that a small town can’t seem to leave alone G later on we’ll sit around bellies tight from supper C tellin all them stories that we just can’t get enough of A C and somewhere in an honest laugh , it’ll finally hit me that i’m . . . Chorus : G C home , back home F C where the memories all have gathered up and slowly turned to gold F G C D and i’ve carried them along with me where ever i may go , and i feel G C fine , so fine F C yeah knowing that this road i’m wandering on F D G from time to time always leads me home . instrumental G C F G Am E and i go and put some flowers down at Daddy’s stone C ??? D and i see that empty space beside him , it always makes me glad that i came Chorus : G C home , back home F C where the bible is the bible and the angels get their wings F G C D and the circle is unbroken , when i hear them church bells ring and i feel G C fine , you know i feel so fine F C yeah knowing that this road i’m wandering on F D C from time to time unwinds , across the rivers through the pines G and leads me home .