Home taby ukulele według Jack Johnson (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro:
D,Em,G

D                              
I gotta get home there's a garden to tend,
                                                               
There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back
     Em
into my attic,

Whistle and static,
                                                               
When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up 
      D
again,
I can't believe that my lime tree is dead,
                                                               
I thought it was sleeping I guess I got fed up, with not being
Em
fed,
And I'm being too,
                                                          D 
I keep food in my belly and hope that my time isn't soon,

Chorus:
D
So I try to understand, what I
Em                               G
can't hold in my hand, and where ever we are,
Home is there too,

D
And if you can try to find it to, cause this
Em
place is overgrowing to wax and gloom,
G                     A  
Home is where ever we are if there's nothing to,

D
In the back of our house, there's a trail that won’t end,
We been walking so far that it grew back in
    Em
But there's no trail when the gras growing taller
get around my machete,
                               D
and battle with time once again,
    Em 
But I'm bound to lose cause I’ll be damned if time don’t win

D
I gotta get home there's a garden to tend,
All the seeds from the fruit buried and begin
      Em
their old family trees,
teach them thank you and pleases,
they spread there own roots,
                                      D
then watch the young fruit grow again,
    Em                                                        D
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins,
D
So I try to understand, what I
Em
can't hold in my hand, and
G                    A 
whatever I find I'll find may way back to you,

D
And if you can try to find it to, cause this
Em
place is overgrowing to wax and gloom,
G
Home is where ever we are if there's nothing to,