Lomelda - Brazos river

^DAnd on sleepless ni^Gghts Sitting on your p^F#morch, Staring at the st^Gars never s^Aure what we were loo^Gking f^Dor, Breathing in pipe sm^Goke, And philos^F#mophy Till it burned to a^Gsh and rem^Ainded us of o^Gld mem^Dories, Well I told you t^Ghen How it was so ^F#mdark The night I rode ^Gmy bike do^Awn Uni^Gversity Pa^Drks To the suspension br^Gidge To await the d^F#mawn -- Standing above t^Ghat river I k^Anew it w^Gouldn't be lo^Dng.

So we m^Dade a p^Glan To drive way up n^F#morth, Had to see those th^Gings that we'd ne^Aver se^Gen bef^Dore. The gray ocean f^Gog, Purple mountains^F#mides, Wildfires in fie^Glds and the pa^Astel U^Gtah s^Dky And the rolling hi^Glls That go rolling^F#m on And ^Gon and ^Aon and on, fo^Grever ^Don.

And I don't know ^F#mwhy, but I want to ^Bmsay, I feel at h^Dome with y^Gou. I don't know w^F#mhy, but I want to ^Bmsay, I feel at h^Dome with y^Gou. ^F#mI know what it means to ^Bmbe alone, and ^DI sure do wish ^GI was home... ^DHoooooooooooom^Ge, ^F#mhoooooo^Aooooome^D---