Home Sweet Hell chords by Austin Snell

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

G#m G F# C#

 G#m
81150
 G#          D#
 Shady Grove Lane
 F#                                        C#
Looks kinda different with a fresh coat of paint
 G#m                        G D#
Sitting right where it was
 F#                         C# F#
Damn, they really fixed it up
 G#m                          D#                G#
Somewhere in the kitchen, there's a line on the wall
 F#                  C#
My name next to it, seven years tall
 G#m                      G
Younger than I should've been
D# F#                          C#
To be older than I should've been

E              G#m
Right down the hall
               F#                       E
There's still a kid hearin' mama crying out
                    G#m
If them walls could talk


                  F#                          E
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
                                   G#m
Ain't that a pretty little prison?
                 F#                E
Might look like heaven to anyone else
                                    G#m
You wanna know where I come from
               F#m           G#m
That home sweet, home sweet hell

C#m

G#m                 G            D#m
Daddy kept a bottle up on that shelf
F#m                C#
Next to a Bible I read to myself
G#m                        D#m
The devil had a heavy hand
    F#m                               C#m
But the red letters saved me from a Black Label man


E                 G#M
Right down the hall
                 F#                     E
There's still a kid hearin' mama crying out
                     G#m
If them walls could talk
                   F#                      E
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground

Ain't that a pretty little prison?
G#m               F#              E
Might look like heaven to anyone else

You wanna know where I come from
G#m             F#           E
That home sweet, home sweet hell
                            G#m
Every anxiety, every crash out
               F#                     E
The way that I tuck it away and shut down
                                             G#m
The me that I hate, yeah, he came from that house
                 F#
That home sweet, home sweet

E              G#m
Right down the hall
                  F#                    E
There's still a kid hearin' mama crying out
                     G#m
If them walls could talk
                   F#                       E
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground

Ain't that a pretty little prison
G#m             F#               E
Might look like heaven to anyone else
                                  G#m
You wanna know where I come from
                F#                      E
That home sweet (home sweet) home sweet hell

G#m. F#


G#m
Home sweet hell

G#   F# C#