Em7
Well, if it won't for my old dogs and the good lord
               G
They'd have me strung up in the psych ward
             C
'Cause every day livin' in this new world
         D
Is one too many days to me

                  Em7
Son, we're on the brink of the next world war
            G
And I don't think nobody's prayin' no more
            C
And I ain't sayin I know it for sure
         D
I'm just down on my knees

                       Em7
Beggin', lord, take me home
           G
I wanna go home
        C
I don't know which road to go
            D
It's been so long
                     Em7
I just know I didn't used to wake up feelin' this way
          G
Cussin' myself every damn day
         C
There's always some kind of bill to pay
             D
People just doin' what the rich men say
        Em7     G  C  D
I wanna go home

              Em7
Now four generations farmin' the ground
         G
Grandson sells it to a man out of town
         C
And two weeks later the trees go down
             D
Only got concrete growin' around

            Em7
And I wanna go home
           G
I wanna go home
        C
I don't know which road to go
             D
It's been so long
       Em7
I just know I didn't used to wake up feelin' this way
         G
Cussin' myself every damn day
                   C
People have really gone and lost their way
              D
They all just do what the TV say

        Em7     G  C  D
I wanna go home
                    Em7
If it won't for my old dogs and the good lord
               G                           Em
They'd have me strung up in the psych ward