Home Sweet Home Lyrics & Chords By Charlie Sexton

Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel
Better keep it shut, don't tell me how you feel
Stop talkin' to yourself if you don't like what you hear
If you don't like what you see, stop lookin in that mirror

You gotta keep it up, keep that gun and Bible by your bed
Keep everybody guessing just exactly what you just said
Now you may have the time, but you don't got no one to call
And there ain't nobody here gonna catch you if you fall

Home, sweet home
Home, sweet home
Wherever ever it is that you think you might be goin'
You're goin' to home, sweet home

It's the tree-lined street of a mansion on a hill
It's an emotional torture chamber where people can even get killed
It's a child-like image, it's an ever-present need
It's a faded picture that everybody sees

Home, sweet home
Home, sweet home
Wherever ever it is that you think you might be goin'
You're goin' to home, sweet home

It's an old woman in black in a parlor, drying her eyes
It's a sixteen-year-old girl unafraid of dying
It's church on Sunday and it's dinner on Thursday nights
It's Cain and Abel carrying on the fight

Keep your eyes on the road, keep that pedal to the floor
Don't let nobody tell you you can't go home anymore
They can burn down the buildings, scatter all these people in the breeze
They can take away everything but your memories
They can take away everything but your memories
They can take away everything ...

But home, sweet home
Home, sweet home
Wherever ever it is that you think you might be goin'
You’re goin' to home, sweet home
You’re goin' to home, sweet home
You’re goin' to home, sweet home
You’re goin' to home, sweet ...