[HANASHIR:8487] Home Is Where The Heart Is

[Josh Segal <jsegal...>]

Hey there everyone --

I was wondering if anybody knew the chords to "Home Is Where the Heart Is" 
by Sally Fingerret.  I had heard that Doug Mishkin had sung it 
sometime.  My e-mail is jsegal (at) brandeis(dot)edu, and if you need to fax, 
please 
do it to 718-940-0055.  Please e-mail privately and thanks in advance.


-Josh

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>Home is where the heart is
>By Sally Fingerret, From Four B*t*hin Babes
>
>On the corner, there's this nice man,
>His name is Mark, he's always smiling,
>He's got his mom who comes on Wednesdays,
>In the evening with soup so steaming,
>He shares his house with his friend Martin,
>They're not brothers, they're not cousins,
>My little girl wonders all about these men,
>I take hold of her hand, and I begin.
>
>CHORUS
>Home is where the heart is
>No matter how the heart lives
>Inside your heart where love is,
>That's where you've got to make yourself, at home.
>
>Across the yard lives Deb and Trisha,
>With their tools and ladders, and their room additions,
>My kid yells over are ya' havin' a baby,
>They wink and smile, they same someday maybe,
>But through their doors, the kids and mommies,
>Funny how we don't see the daddies go in,
>My little girl wonders about this house with no men,
>I take hold of her hand, and I begin.
>
>CHORUS
>
>Around the corner, here comes Martin,
>He's alone now, he tries smiling,
>He looms around his well-stocked kitchen,
>He knows that fate will soon be coming,
>My little girl wonders who will care for him,
>I take hold of her hand, and I begin.
>
>CHORUS
>
>BRIDGE
>
>Martin sits and waits with his windows open,
>His house is empty, his heart is broken,
>We bring him toys and watercolors,
>He loves to hear my little baby's stories,
>She's the gift I've shared, She's his companion,
>She's the string on the kite, She guides him into the wind,
>My little girl wonders how he will live,
>We take hold of his hand, and we begin.
>
>Home is where the heart is,
>No matter how the heart lives,
>Inside your heart where love is,
>That's where you've got to make yourself,
>That's where you've got to make yourself,
>That's where you've got to make yourself, at home.

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