Turning Home Chords by David Nail
Tempo:
69 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Dm
Bb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [C]
[F] [C]
[F] Usually take one last [Dm] pass through town, stop the car and [Bb] touch the ground.
[F] Watch those [F] street lights swaying [C] in the green.
[F] Decorated [Dm] storefronts, rusty old gas [Bb] pumps.
Try to fill my mind up with something for high goals.
[Dm] [F] Picture postcard [Bb] memories.
[Dm] Know they [F] always make for good [Bb] company.
[C]
[F] Old [A] town, like the old [Dm] town.
[F] Even when the miles are [Bb] many, I [Bbm] feel like I'm still [F] around.
Deep inside of [A] me, like a ring through an old [Dm] tree.
There's something [F] about a Sunday [Bb] when I'm gone, [C] that keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb] [F] Standing there beneath these [Dm] billboard lines, takes me back to those [Bb] autumn nights.
Home town bleachers packed real [F] tight as we marched [C] down the field.
[F] Feet were swank from a drive-thru [Dm] gate, out on that corner road, a rail [Bb] lane.
No one would walk a line too [F] straight, but usually made it [C] home alright.
[Dm] And [C] glory days I [Bb] can't live, [C] [Dm] [C] stories I'll never [Bb] forget.
[C] [F] Like
[A] the old [Dm] friends, I [C] never seem to let go.
[Bb] [Bbm] I feel with [F] them, deep inside [A] me, a piece of my history.
[Dm] And I hear their [C] voices even [Bb] though they're gone, [C] that keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb]
[Dm] [C] [F] [Dm]
[Bb] [Gm] [F]
Never twice the same way [D] does it start.
[Dm] And sure enough she stole my heart, [Gm] on that old gym [F] floor.
Spent round and [C] round one night, [F]
and though we both tried [Dm] hard to wait.
We sure did love [Bb] the taste, of the sweet love being [F] made.
Praying I [C] got it right.
[Dm]
[C] Graduation [Bb] came and went, [Dm]
[C] along with all the [Bb] time we spent.
[C] [F]
[A] Like the first [Dm] time,
[C] [Bb] [Bbm] she's all I think [F] of.
Deep inside [A] me, love that tastes this bittersweet.
[Dm] I see her [F] smile and even though [Bb] she's gone.
[C] That keeps me turning [F] home.
[Bb] [Dm] [C] That keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb] [Dm] [C]
[F] [C]
[F] Usually take one last [Dm] pass through town, stop the car and [Bb] touch the ground.
[F] Watch those [F] street lights swaying [C] in the green.
[F] Decorated [Dm] storefronts, rusty old gas [Bb] pumps.
Try to fill my mind up with something for high goals.
[Dm] [F] Picture postcard [Bb] memories.
[Dm] Know they [F] always make for good [Bb] company.
[C]
[F] Old [A] town, like the old [Dm] town.
[F] Even when the miles are [Bb] many, I [Bbm] feel like I'm still [F] around.
Deep inside of [A] me, like a ring through an old [Dm] tree.
There's something [F] about a Sunday [Bb] when I'm gone, [C] that keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb] [F] Standing there beneath these [Dm] billboard lines, takes me back to those [Bb] autumn nights.
Home town bleachers packed real [F] tight as we marched [C] down the field.
[F] Feet were swank from a drive-thru [Dm] gate, out on that corner road, a rail [Bb] lane.
No one would walk a line too [F] straight, but usually made it [C] home alright.
[Dm] And [C] glory days I [Bb] can't live, [C] [Dm] [C] stories I'll never [Bb] forget.
[C] [F] Like
[A] the old [Dm] friends, I [C] never seem to let go.
[Bb] [Bbm] I feel with [F] them, deep inside [A] me, a piece of my history.
[Dm] And I hear their [C] voices even [Bb] though they're gone, [C] that keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb]
[Dm] [C] [F] [Dm]
[Bb] [Gm] [F]
Never twice the same way [D] does it start.
[Dm] And sure enough she stole my heart, [Gm] on that old gym [F] floor.
Spent round and [C] round one night, [F]
and though we both tried [Dm] hard to wait.
We sure did love [Bb] the taste, of the sweet love being [F] made.
Praying I [C] got it right.
[Dm]
[C] Graduation [Bb] came and went, [Dm]
[C] along with all the [Bb] time we spent.
[C] [F]
[A] Like the first [Dm] time,
[C] [Bb] [Bbm] she's all I think [F] of.
Deep inside [A] me, love that tastes this bittersweet.
[Dm] I see her [F] smile and even though [Bb] she's gone.
[C] That keeps me turning [F] home.
[Bb] [Dm] [C] That keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb] [Dm] [C]
Key:
F
C
Dm
Bb
A
F
C
Dm
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ Usually take one last [Dm] pass through town, stop the car and [Bb] touch the ground.
[F] Watch those [F] street lights swaying [C] in the green.
[F] _ _ Decorated [Dm] storefronts, rusty old gas [Bb] pumps.
Try to fill my mind up with something for high goals.
[Dm] _ [F] Picture postcard [Bb] _ memories. _
[Dm] Know they [F] always make for good [Bb] company.
_ [C] _ _
[F] _ Old [A] town, like the old [Dm] town.
[F] Even when the miles are [Bb] many, I [Bbm] feel like I'm still [F] around.
Deep inside of [A] me, like a ring through an old [Dm] tree.
There's something [F] about a Sunday [Bb] when I'm gone, [C] that keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ Standing there beneath these [Dm] billboard lines, takes me back to those [Bb] autumn nights.
Home town bleachers packed real [F] tight as we marched [C] down the field.
[F] Feet were swank from a drive-thru [Dm] gate, out on that corner road, a rail [Bb] lane.
No one would walk a line too [F] straight, but usually made it [C] home alright.
[Dm] And [C] glory days I [Bb] can't live, [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] stories I'll never [Bb] forget.
_ [C] _ _ [F] _ Like _
[A] _ the old [Dm] friends, I [C] never seem to let go.
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] I feel with [F] them, deep inside [A] me, a piece of my history.
[Dm] And I hear their [C] voices even [Bb] though they're gone, [C] that keeps me [F] turning home.
_ [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
Never twice the same way [D] does it start.
[Dm] And sure enough she stole my heart, [Gm] on that old gym [F] floor.
Spent round and [C] round one night, [F] _
and though we both tried [Dm] hard to wait.
We sure did love [Bb] the taste, of the sweet love being [F] made.
Praying I [C] got it right.
_ [Dm] _ _
[C] Graduation [Bb] came and went, _ _ [Dm] _
[C] along with all the [Bb] time we spent.
[C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [A] _ Like the first [Dm] time, _
[C] _ _ [Bb] _ [Bbm] she's all I think [F] of.
Deep inside [A] me, love that tastes this bittersweet.
[Dm] I see her [F] smile and even though [Bb] she's gone.
[C] That keeps me turning [F] home. _
[Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] That keeps me [F] turning home. _
[Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ Usually take one last [Dm] pass through town, stop the car and [Bb] touch the ground.
[F] Watch those [F] street lights swaying [C] in the green.
[F] _ _ Decorated [Dm] storefronts, rusty old gas [Bb] pumps.
Try to fill my mind up with something for high goals.
[Dm] _ [F] Picture postcard [Bb] _ memories. _
[Dm] Know they [F] always make for good [Bb] company.
_ [C] _ _
[F] _ Old [A] town, like the old [Dm] town.
[F] Even when the miles are [Bb] many, I [Bbm] feel like I'm still [F] around.
Deep inside of [A] me, like a ring through an old [Dm] tree.
There's something [F] about a Sunday [Bb] when I'm gone, [C] that keeps me [F] turning home.
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ Standing there beneath these [Dm] billboard lines, takes me back to those [Bb] autumn nights.
Home town bleachers packed real [F] tight as we marched [C] down the field.
[F] Feet were swank from a drive-thru [Dm] gate, out on that corner road, a rail [Bb] lane.
No one would walk a line too [F] straight, but usually made it [C] home alright.
[Dm] And [C] glory days I [Bb] can't live, [C] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] stories I'll never [Bb] forget.
_ [C] _ _ [F] _ Like _
[A] _ the old [Dm] friends, I [C] never seem to let go.
[Bb] _ _ [Bbm] I feel with [F] them, deep inside [A] me, a piece of my history.
[Dm] And I hear their [C] voices even [Bb] though they're gone, [C] that keeps me [F] turning home.
_ [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Dm] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [F] _
Never twice the same way [D] does it start.
[Dm] And sure enough she stole my heart, [Gm] on that old gym [F] floor.
Spent round and [C] round one night, [F] _
and though we both tried [Dm] hard to wait.
We sure did love [Bb] the taste, of the sweet love being [F] made.
Praying I [C] got it right.
_ [Dm] _ _
[C] Graduation [Bb] came and went, _ _ [Dm] _
[C] along with all the [Bb] time we spent.
[C] _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [A] _ Like the first [Dm] time, _
[C] _ _ [Bb] _ [Bbm] she's all I think [F] of.
Deep inside [A] me, love that tastes this bittersweet.
[Dm] I see her [F] smile and even though [Bb] she's gone.
[C] That keeps me turning [F] home. _
[Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ [C] That keeps me [F] turning home. _
[Bb] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _