Intro:  A

A
Was like nails on a chalkboard
When daddy played his kind of music
If you’d have asked me then
I’d have said it was border-line abusive
D
But I’m gettin’ to where I don’t mind it now
              A
I’m comin’ around

A
I blew out of here the next day
After graduation
Destination anywhere with a higher population
D
And never to return to this tiny town
                  A
But I’m comin’ around

Chorus:
E
Well I’m comin’ around, I’m figurin’ out
  D                        A              
A lot of things I thought I knew
E                                      
I never dreamed I’d be seein’ things from
 D              A
This point of view
             Bm               A                     G
I’m still a little ways from slowin’ it all the way down
                 A
But I’m comin’ around

Solo

Chorus

A
I never been that big a fan of gettin’ up on Sunday mornin’
And listenin’ to that ole preacher talk was always kinda borin’
D
I’m still a little more lost than I am found
                 A
But I’m comin’ around
A
Yeah, I’m comin around

Chorus

I’m comin’ around



Reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyq4wtEpXsA&feature=related