When you look in to my (F7sus)eyes

and you see the cra zy gyp sy in my (C)soul

it al ways (Fmaj7)comes as a sur prise

when I (Bb)feel my with ered roots be gin to (C)grow.

Well, I (F)nev er had a place that I could (Bb)call my ver y own,

but (Bb)that’s all right, my (C9sus)love, ’cause you’re my (F)home.

When you touch my wear y (F7sus)head

and you tell me ev ’ry thing will be al (C)right.

You say, “Use my (Fmaj7)bod y for your (F7sus)bed,

and my (Bb)love will keep you warm through out the (C)night.”

Well, I’ll (F)nev er be a stran ger and I’ll (Bb)nev er be a lone.

Wher (Bb)ev er we’re to geth er, that’s my (F)home.

(Dm)Home can be the Penn syl va nia Turn pike.

(Dm)In di an a’s (C)ear ly morn ing (Gm7)dew.

(Dm)High up in the hills of Cal i for nia.

(Dm)Home is just an oth er word for you.

Well, I (F)nev er had a place that I could (Bb)call my ver y own,

but that’s all right, my (C9sus)love, ’cause you’re my (F)home.

If I (Fmaj7)trav el all my (F7sus)life

and I (Bb)nev er get to (Gm7)stop and set tle (C)down,

’long as I have you by my (F7sus)side

and there’s a (Bb)roof a bove and (Gm7)good walls all a (C)round,

you’re my (F)cas tle, you’re my cab in and my (Bb)in stant (F)pleas ure dome.

I need you in my (C9sus)house ’cause you’re my (F)home.

You’re my home.