C#m A |
People back home know everything there is |
F#m C#m |
To know about me |
C#m |
I can be gone for years and |
A |
Still theyll know |
F#m C#m |
Where I’ve been |
E |
I read an article in the paper about |
A |
People like me |
E |
Thought I’d outrun them by now |
B |
But then back home |
C#m B |
They always see everything that I see |
F#m A B |
Before me |
Bridge: |
C#m B C#m B |
C#m A |
People back home tell every story |
F#m C#m |
There is to tell about me |
C#m |
And the stories they come up with |
A F#m C#m |
Are most of the time true |
E A |
Me I get confused by looking in the mirror |
E |
The only time I recognize myself |
B |
Is when I look at my dad |
C#m B |
And get nervous from having to grow old |
F#m C#m |
Without him |
E C#m B |
There’s a corner in my heart |
E C#m B |
For the folks back home |
Bridge: |
C#m A F#m C#m |
C#m A F#m C#m B |
C#m A |
And my daddy says I should always remember |
F#m C#m |
My story |
C#m |
’cause there will come a time |
A F#m C#m |
When all the folks back home will die |
E Am |
And that one day I will sit my children down |
E |
And tell them every story there is to tell |
B |
About the folks back home |
C#m |
How they knew everything |
B |
There was to know about me |
F#m |
And I’ll look at them and hope that |
A B |
One day I could say the same |
E C#m B |
There’s a corner in my heart |
E C#m B |
For the folks back home |