Way back home
Em - C - G - Em - C - D
G
1. I was just a little boy without care,
Em
I remember looking up and
seeing you there.
C
Am
I never wandered too far from
your sight,
F
C D
'cause all the love I needed
was there in your eyes.
G
2. We grew up in a war zone city with a cast iron wind,
Em
broken
lives, darkened streets, and twisted steel.
C Am
But around our house the sky
seems so blue,
F
C D
and
on a wing and prayer we just muddled through.
C G D
Em
And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face,
C G D Am
in that good-old-fashioned
British way with pride and faultless grace.
C G D Em
I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I shall live,
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G
and I'll always find my way back,
always find my way back home.
G
3. Tell me, why in wars that made our family strong
Em
as
our defiant little island weathered the storm ?
C
Am
There never seemed enough on
my plate.
F
C D
You said, “Be grateful, say
grace, don't complain !”
C G D
Em
How can I ever thank you for the lessons that I've learnt,
C G D Am
and the precious warmth and
comfort that I've felt at every turn.
C G D Em
And the roses sacrifice their lives for freedom and for peace,
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I will always find my way back, always find my
way back home.
Em D
C G
+ I'll give you stories, Operation Burning Skies,
F C D
and
our nation with its back against the wall.
Em
D C G
Like a wide-eyed school boy I
hang on with the record,
F D
stories
I was too young to recall.
C G D Em
And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face,
C G D Am
in that good-old-fashioned
British way with pride and faultless grace.
C
G
D Em
I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I shall live,
A A7 C D
and I'll always find my way back,
always find my way.
C G D Em
And we always kept the laughter and the smile upon our face,
C G D Am
in that good-old-fashioned
British way with pride and faultless grace.
C
G
D Em
I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I shall live,
A A7 C D G
and I'll always find my way back,
always find my way back home.
(Churchill’s voice : ) We shall fight on the beaches !
We shall fight on the landing grounds !
We shall fight in the fields,
and in the streets !
We shall fight in the hills,
we shall never surrender !
(Rod Stewart)