Place I Call Home
By James Hyland
Written By James Hyland
rmofle at satx.rr.com
11/26/2004
A D
I see parked taillights
A F#m E
Them old neon signs burn bright
A D
Parking in an old gravel lot
A E A
There's Texas music playing in an ear shot
A D
At a humid Gruene Hall
A F#m E
There's Texans sweating off that alcohol
A D
All around the floor they swing
A E A
If they know the words, you can hear them sing
Chorus:
D E A
I want a Rebel Radio
D E A
And I want a place like Gruene Hall where I can go
D E F#m D
Yeah. I want a Broken Spoke, I want all the lights and smoke
A E A
Yeah, that's the place that I call home
I've had my time on stage
With no one around to hear me play
It'll give you thick skin
But I tell you what, I'd do it all again
Dobro solo
Chorus
Guitar
Well once I had a band
Them boys, they were hard to understand
We packed some big shows
We even played live a few times on the radio
But I did the best I can
You can't see eye to eye with every man
So now I find myself alone
I just turn around, I'm headed home
Chorus