F                     Dm7                     F              Dm7
Now you country fools in your one-horse town, you can laugh at me
     F   Dm7                    F              Dm7
It's plain as rain that you've never been down to the southern sea
   F                  Dm7                F          Dm7
To see me now is like watching a fish on dry land
  F                   Dm7                F/C C
I only wish you could see me down in the is- lands
C        B        F
Mister, that's my home
       F             C              Cm7            C/B     F Dm7 F Dm7
What a fool I was to leave the only happiness I've known.

        F                     Dm7                     F              Dm7
You see me comin', you wink your eye and call me Captain Jim
           F Dm7                 
And when I don't do nothin' but to walk on by you say, 
       F                  Dm7
        "Baby get a load of him."
F                 Dm7                 F              Dm7
All I need is the sea and the sky and I know where I stand
  F     Dm7                F/C               C
instead of you hicks straight out of the sticks deciding I ain't a man
C        B                F
You'll never understand;
   F               C               Cm7              B  
Up here I'm just a whiskey bum but down there I'm a king
   F                    C               Cm7           Bsus4
It sounds just like the angels up in heaven when they sing:
B7       F    Dm7   F           Dm7    F                Dm7
"Welcome home,      welcome home."   -- Such a sight to see
   F                C     F/A  Cm7             
instead of some Salvation Army sister singin' 
 C/B              F     Dm7 F Dm7
"Nearer My God to Thee."

      F                     Dm7       F              Dm7
Now I know that the Yankee whiskey is takin' away my mind
      F                    Dm7        F               Dm7
and I know that run is the only drink suitable to man-kind
      F Dm7      F                 Dm7
And I know that this tree I'm under is shaped entirely wrong
  F              Dm7                F/C               C
I need to see a gentle palm tree and I won't wait too long
       C             B          F
I can feel that it's comin' on strong
    F                  C         Cm7            B
The first cold wind of winter is flappin' in my clothes
F              C               Cm7            C/B
Showin' me the way with the direction that it blows.
        F     Dm              F         Dm7
Welcome home,      welcome home, let it blow. (repeat and fade)
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