[Intro]
| G  D  | C
            2-3-4
| G  D  | Em  C  | G  D  | C
[Strophe]
           G              D 
Well, this life that I've lived 
    Em           C 
Has took me everywhere 
G                    D             C 
There ain't no place I ain't never gone 
         G              D 
But it's kinda like the sayin' 
         Em             C 
That you heard so many times 
            G          D             C 
Well, there just ain't no place like home
[Instrumentale]
| G  D  | C
[Strophe]
        G          D        Em           C 
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her younguns 
   G         D              C 
Or fish in a river swimmin' free 
        G            D             Em            C 
Did you ever see the beauty of the hills of Carolina 
       G                D              C 
Or the sweetness of the grass in Tennessee
[Refrain]
    G            D         C 
And Lord I can't make any changes 
G               D              C 
All I can do is write 'em in a song 
    G             D         Em      C 
Cuz I can see the concrete a slowly creepin' 
G                D                C 
Lord take me and mine before that comes
[Instrumentale]
| G  D  | C     |
| G  D  | C     |
[Strophe]
G             D                 C 
Like to see a mountain stream a-flowing 
       G             D                 C 
Do you like to see a youngun with his dog 
        G             D                     Em            C 
Did you ever stop and think about, well, the air you're breathing 
          G             D      C 
Well, you better listen to my song
[Refrain]
    G            D         C 
And Lord I can't make any changes 
G               D              C 
All I can do is write 'em in a song 
    G             D         Em      C 
Cuz I can see the concrete a slowly creepin' 
G                D                C 
Lord take me and mine before that comes
[Solo]
| A  E  | D     | x4
[Strophe]
G                 D               C 
I'm not tryin' to put down no big city 
        G                  D                 C 
But the things they write about us is just a bore 
              G          D         Em     C 
Well, you can take a boy out of ol' Dixieland, Lord 
           G              D             C 
But you'll never take ol' Dixie from a boy
[Refrain]
    G            D          C 
And Lord I can't make any changes 
G               D              C 
All I can do is write 'em in a song 
    G             D         Em      C 
Cuz I can see the concrete a slowly creepin' 
G                D                C 
Lord take me and mine before that comes
[Outro]
        G             D         Em      C 
I said, I can see the concrete a slowly creepin' 
G                D                Em 
Lord take me and mine before that comes