Turning Home chords by David Nail

• Capo on 3rd

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)


Intro:
| D G | D A |
| D G | D A |

Verse 1:
D                 Bm
Usually take one last pass through town, stop the car and touch the ground
G            D           A
Watch those streetlights swayin' in the breeze
D            Bm
Decorated store fronts, rusty old gas pumps
G              D         A
Try to fill my mind up with somethin' before I go
Bm   A         G A
Picture postcard memories
Bm          A           G A
You know they always make for good company

Verse 2:
D          F#
I don't know no town like the old town
Bm      A        G      Gm
Even when the miles are many, I feel like I'm still around
D        F#
Deep inside me, like rings through an oak tree
      Bm        A          G
Yeah, there something 'bout a Sunday when I'm gone
   A
That keeps me turnin' home

| D G | Bm A |

Verse 3:
D                      Bm
Standin' here beneath these billboard lights takes me back to those autumn nights
G                    D             A
Hometown bleachers packed real tight as we marched down the field
D                      Bm
My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate out on Airport Road real late
G                         D        A
No one could walk a line too straight, we usually made it home al-right
Bm    A          G A
And glory days I cant re-live
Bm   A         G A
Stories I'll never forget

D              F#
And I don't know no friends like the old friends
Bm       A     G   Gm
I never seem to laugh now, like I did with them
D          F#
But deep inside me, a piece of history
    Bm        A             G
Yeah, I hear their voices even though they're gone
    A        D
And it keeps me turning home

Instrumental:
| G  | Bm A | D Bm | G A |
| D G | Bm A | D Bm | G Em |

Verse 4:
D                Bm
Never twice the same way does it start and sure enough she stole my heart
G               D          A
On the old gym floor, spinnin' round and round one night
D                   Bm
And though we both tried hard to wait, we sure did love the taste
G                D           A
Of the sweet love being made and prayin' I got it right
Bm  A          G A
Gradu-ation came and went
Bm     A           G A
Along with all the time we spent

D            F#
And I don't know no love like the first love
Bm           A     G        Gm
When I think about the best times, she's the one I think of
D        F#
Deep inside me, all though the taste is bittersweet
 Bm       A            G
I see her smilin' even though she's gone
    A           D G
And it keeps me turning home,   yeah
Bm   A
And it keeps me turning home

Outro:
| D G | Bm A |
| D G | Bm A |
| D G | Bm A |