G                     Em7                     G              Em7
Now you country fools in your one-horse town, you can laugh at me
     G   Em7                    G              Em7
It's plain as rain that you've never been down to the southern sea
   G                  Em7                G          Em7
To see me now is like watching a fish on dry land
  G                   Em7                F/C C
I only wish you could see me down in the is- lands
C        D        G
Mister, that's my home
       F             C              Am7            C/D     G Em7 G Em7
What a fool I was to leave the only happiness I've known.

        G                     Em7                     G              Em7
You see me comin', you wink your eye and call me Captain Jim
           G Em7                 
And when I don't do nothin' but to walk on by you say, 
       G                  Em7
        "Baby get a load of him."
G                 Em7                 G              Em7
All I need is the sea and the sky and I know where I stand
  G     Em7                F/C               C
instead of you hicks straight out of the sticks deciding I ain't a man
C        D                G
You'll never understand;
   F               C               Am7              D  
Up here I'm just a whiskey bum but down there I'm a king
   F                    C               Am7           Dsus4
It sounds just like the angels up in heaven when they sing:
D7       G    Em7   G           Em7    G                Em7
"Welcome home,      welcome home."   -- Such a sight to see
   F                C     G/B  Am7             
instead of some Salvation Army sister singin' 
 C/D              G     Em7 G Em7
"Nearer My God to Thee."

      G                     Em7       G              Em7
Now I know that the Yankee whiskey is takin' away my mind
      G                    Em7        G               Em7
and I know that run is the only drink suitable to man-kind
      G Em7      G                 Em7
And I know that this tree I'm under is shaped entirely wrong
  G              Em7                F/C               C
I need to see a gentle palm tree and I won't wait too long
       C             D          G
I can feel that it's comin' on strong
    F                  C         Am7            D
The first cold wind of winter is flappin' in my clothes
F              C               Am7            C/D
Showin' me the way with the direction that it blows.
        G     Em              G         Em7
Welcome home,      welcome home, let it blow. (repeat and fade)