Chords for Jack Johnson - Home (Live at Farm Aid 2012)
Tempo:
63.975 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Fm
Ab
Bb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] [N] All right, well, I like to do a little bit of gardening at home,
and whenever I leave, I come home to a bunch of weeds,
and the [Eb] garden's kind of gone a little crazy.
So I'd like to [C] use this chance to say thank you to all the farmers
that are more responsible about their farming
and actually grow food for our [Gb] families here in [Eb] America.
That's why we're all here today, and so I just want to give a big thank you
to all the farmers that are here and play you a little song.
It's about that just there, and it's about the feeling
when my family and I are on the road, [N] and sometimes the bus,
sometimes the hotel room, sometimes in a restaurant
while the kids are sleeping under the table.
Everywhere is home.
As long as we've got love right there, we're [Eb] home.
So that's where this song's from.
I've got to get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground
The birds [Fm] have all moved back into my attic
Whistled and statted
When the young learn to fly, I will patch [Ab] up the holes [Eb] once again
Well, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead
I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got [Fm] fed up with not being fed
And I will be too, I'll keep food in my belly
And hope that my [Eb] time isn't soon
So I'll try to [Fm] understand what I can
Hold in my hand
And whatever [Bb] I find, I'll find my [Eb] way back to you
And if you try to find [Fm] it too
Cause this place is overgrown, it's a [Ab] waxing moon
Home is wherever [Eb] we are, and there's love here too
In the back of my house, there's a trail that won't end
We've been walking so far, it grew back in
[Fm] And now there's no trail at all, only grass growing taller
Get out my machete and banter [Eb] with time once again
[Fm] But I'm bound to lose, cause I'll be [Eb] damned if time don't win
I've got to get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground, buried in [Fm] the end
Own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots, then watch the young [Eb] fruit grow again
This [Fm] old trail will lead me right back [Eb] to where it began
So I'll try to [Fm] understand what I can
Hold in my hand
And [Ab] whatever I [Bb] find, I'll find my way [Eb] back to you
And if you try to find it [Fm] too
Cause this place is overgrown, it's a waxing [Ab] moon
Home is [Bb] wherever we are, and [Eb] there's love here too
[D]
and whenever I leave, I come home to a bunch of weeds,
and the [Eb] garden's kind of gone a little crazy.
So I'd like to [C] use this chance to say thank you to all the farmers
that are more responsible about their farming
and actually grow food for our [Gb] families here in [Eb] America.
That's why we're all here today, and so I just want to give a big thank you
to all the farmers that are here and play you a little song.
It's about that just there, and it's about the feeling
when my family and I are on the road, [N] and sometimes the bus,
sometimes the hotel room, sometimes in a restaurant
while the kids are sleeping under the table.
Everywhere is home.
As long as we've got love right there, we're [Eb] home.
So that's where this song's from.
I've got to get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground
The birds [Fm] have all moved back into my attic
Whistled and statted
When the young learn to fly, I will patch [Ab] up the holes [Eb] once again
Well, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead
I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got [Fm] fed up with not being fed
And I will be too, I'll keep food in my belly
And hope that my [Eb] time isn't soon
So I'll try to [Fm] understand what I can
Hold in my hand
And whatever [Bb] I find, I'll find my [Eb] way back to you
And if you try to find [Fm] it too
Cause this place is overgrown, it's a [Ab] waxing moon
Home is wherever [Eb] we are, and there's love here too
In the back of my house, there's a trail that won't end
We've been walking so far, it grew back in
[Fm] And now there's no trail at all, only grass growing taller
Get out my machete and banter [Eb] with time once again
[Fm] But I'm bound to lose, cause I'll be [Eb] damned if time don't win
I've got to get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground, buried in [Fm] the end
Own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots, then watch the young [Eb] fruit grow again
This [Fm] old trail will lead me right back [Eb] to where it began
So I'll try to [Fm] understand what I can
Hold in my hand
And [Ab] whatever I [Bb] find, I'll find my way [Eb] back to you
And if you try to find it [Fm] too
Cause this place is overgrown, it's a waxing [Ab] moon
Home is [Bb] wherever we are, and [Eb] there's love here too
[D]
Key:
Eb
Fm
Ab
Bb
C
Eb
Fm
Ab
[Eb] _ [N] All right, well, I like to do a little bit of gardening at home,
and whenever I leave, I come home to a bunch of weeds,
and the [Eb] garden's kind of gone a little crazy.
So I'd like to [C] use this chance to say thank you to all the farmers
that are more responsible about their farming
and actually grow food for our [Gb] families here in [Eb] America.
_ _ _ That's why we're all here today, and so I just want to give a big thank you
to all the farmers that are here and play you a little song.
It's about that just there, and it's about the feeling
when my family and I are on the road, [N] and sometimes the bus,
sometimes the hotel room, sometimes in a restaurant
while the kids are sleeping under the table.
Everywhere is home.
As long as we've got love right there, we're [Eb] home.
So that's where this song's from. _ _ _ _ _
_ I've got to get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground
The birds [Fm] have all moved back into my attic
Whistled and statted
When the young learn to fly, I will patch [Ab] up the holes [Eb] once again
_ _ Well, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead
I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got [Fm] fed up with not being fed
And I will be too, I'll keep food in my belly
And hope that my [Eb] time isn't soon
_ So I'll try to [Fm] understand what I can
Hold in my hand
And whatever [Bb] I find, I'll find my [Eb] way back to you
_ And if you try to find [Fm] it too
Cause this place is overgrown, it's a [Ab] waxing moon
Home is wherever [Eb] we are, and there's love here too
_ _ _ _ _ _ In the back of my house, there's a trail that won't end
We've been walking so far, it grew back in
[Fm] And now there's no trail at all, only grass growing taller
Get out my machete and banter [Eb] with time once again
_ [Fm] But I'm bound to lose, cause I'll be [Eb] damned if time don't win
_ I've got to get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground, buried in [Fm] the end
Own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots, then watch the young [Eb] fruit grow again
This [Fm] old trail will lead me right back [Eb] to where it began
So _ I'll try to [Fm] understand what I can
Hold in my hand
And [Ab] whatever I [Bb] find, I'll find my way [Eb] back to you
And if you try to find it [Fm] too
Cause this place is overgrown, it's a waxing [Ab] moon
Home is [Bb] wherever we are, and [Eb] there's love here too
_ _ _ [D] _
and whenever I leave, I come home to a bunch of weeds,
and the [Eb] garden's kind of gone a little crazy.
So I'd like to [C] use this chance to say thank you to all the farmers
that are more responsible about their farming
and actually grow food for our [Gb] families here in [Eb] America.
_ _ _ That's why we're all here today, and so I just want to give a big thank you
to all the farmers that are here and play you a little song.
It's about that just there, and it's about the feeling
when my family and I are on the road, [N] and sometimes the bus,
sometimes the hotel room, sometimes in a restaurant
while the kids are sleeping under the table.
Everywhere is home.
As long as we've got love right there, we're [Eb] home.
So that's where this song's from. _ _ _ _ _
_ I've got to get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground
The birds [Fm] have all moved back into my attic
Whistled and statted
When the young learn to fly, I will patch [Ab] up the holes [Eb] once again
_ _ Well, I can't believe that my lime tree is dead
I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got [Fm] fed up with not being fed
And I will be too, I'll keep food in my belly
And hope that my [Eb] time isn't soon
_ So I'll try to [Fm] understand what I can
Hold in my hand
And whatever [Bb] I find, I'll find my [Eb] way back to you
_ And if you try to find [Fm] it too
Cause this place is overgrown, it's a [Ab] waxing moon
Home is wherever [Eb] we are, and there's love here too
_ _ _ _ _ _ In the back of my house, there's a trail that won't end
We've been walking so far, it grew back in
[Fm] And now there's no trail at all, only grass growing taller
Get out my machete and banter [Eb] with time once again
_ [Fm] But I'm bound to lose, cause I'll be [Eb] damned if time don't win
_ I've got to get home, there's a garden to tend
All the fruits on the ground, buried in [Fm] the end
Own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots, then watch the young [Eb] fruit grow again
This [Fm] old trail will lead me right back [Eb] to where it began
So _ I'll try to [Fm] understand what I can
Hold in my hand
And [Ab] whatever I [Bb] find, I'll find my way [Eb] back to you
And if you try to find it [Fm] too
Cause this place is overgrown, it's a waxing [Ab] moon
Home is [Bb] wherever we are, and [Eb] there's love here too
_ _ _ [D] _