Date: 2/15/99; 5:16:55 PM
From: "Cowboys N Cowgirls" <jimanddonnalawrence@erols.com>
Subject: j/jackson_alan/home.crd

Song: Home
Sung By: Alan Jackson
CD: Here in the Real World and The Greatest Hits Collection
Written By: Alan Jackson
Transcribed By: M. Lawrence

Intro: C    F    C    F

(Verse 1)
       C                          G
In a small town in Georgia, over forty years ago
F                                    C                G
Her maiden name was Musick Îtil she met that Jackson boy
F                                               C             F
They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name
            C
But they believed the one you vowed to love
         G              C
Should always stay the same

(Verse 2)
                                       G
On the land his daddy gave them a foundation underway
F                              C                 G
For a love to last forever or until their dying day
F                                           C                F
They built a bond thatâs strong enough to stand the test of time
        C                                G
And a place for us to turn to when our lives
            C
Where in a bind

(Chorus)
          G
And they made their house from a tool shed
             F/C               C
Granddaddy rolled down on two logs
          G                                 F/C
And they built walls all around it and they made
              G
That house a home
           F
And they taught us about good living
C                           F
They taught us right from wrong
               C                             G
Lord theyâll never be another place in this world
                C
That Iâll call home

(Verse 3)

My mama raised five children, four girls then their was me
She found her strength with faith in God and love of family
She never had a social life, home was all she knew
Except the time she took a job to pay a bill or two

(Verse 4)

My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired
He never earned much money, but he gave us all he had
He never made the front page but he did the best he could
And folks drove their cars from all around
To let him look underneath the hood

(Repeat Chorus)
F            C (one strum)                 G (one strum)
No theyâll never be another place in this world
                F       C       G       C      F   C
That Iâll call home