Place I Call Home
By James Hyland
Written By James Hyland
CD: Place I Call Home
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
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