Intro:
D,Em,G

D
I gotta get home there’s a garden to tend,
Em
There’s fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my
attic,
Whistle and static,
D
When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again,
I can’t believe that my lime tree is dead,
Em
I thought it was sleeping I guess I got fed up, with not being fed,
And I’m being too,
D
I keep food in my belly and hope that my time isn’t soon,

Chorus:
D
So I try to understand, what I
Em G
can’t hold in my hand, and where ever we are,
Home is there too,

D
And if you can try to find it to, cause this
Em
place is overgrowing to wax and gloom,
G A
Home is where ever we are if there’s nothing to,

D
In the back of our house, there’s a trail that won’t end,
We been walking so far that it grew back in
Em
But there’s no trail when the gras growing taller
get around my machete,
D
and battle with time once again,
Em
But I’m bound to lose cause I’ll be damned if time don’t win

D
I gotta get home there’s a garden to tend,
All the seeds from the fruit buried and begin
Em
their old family trees,
teach them thank you and pleases,
they spread there own roots,
D
then watch the young fruit grow again,
Em D
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins,
D
So I try to understand, what I
Em
can’t hold in my hand, and
G A
whatever I find I’ll find may way back to you,

D
And if you can try to find it to, cause this
Em
place is overgrowing to wax and gloom,
G
Home is where ever we are if there’s nothing to,-/code}

Intro:
D,Em,G

D
I gotta get home there’s a garden to tend,
Em
There’s fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my
attic,
Whistle and static,
D
When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again,
I can’t believe that my lime tree is dead,
Em
I thought it was sleeping I guess I got fed up, with not being fed,
And I’m being too,
D
I keep food in my belly and hope that my time isn’t soon,

Chorus:
D
So I try to understand, what I
Em G
can’t hold in my hand, and where ever we are,
Home is there too,

D
And if you can try to find it to, cause this
Em
place is overgrowing to wax and gloom,
G A
Home is where ever we are if there’s nothing to,

D
In the back of our house, there’s a trail that won’t end,
We been walking so far that it grew back in
Em
But there’s no trail when the gras growing taller
get around my machete,
D
and battle with time once again,
Em
But I’m bound to lose cause I’ll be damned if time don’t win

D
I gotta get home there’s a garden to tend,
All the seeds from the fruit buried and begin
Em
their old family trees,
teach them thank you and pleases,
they spread there own roots,
D
then watch the young fruit grow again,
Em D
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins,
D
So I try to understand, what I
Em
can’t hold in my hand, and
G A
whatever I find I’ll find may way back to you,

D
And if you can try to find it to, cause this
Em
place is overgrowing to wax and gloom,
G
Home is where ever we are if there’s nothing to,-/code}

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