[HANASHIR:8498] Re: Home Is Where The Heart Is

[Yonatan Koch <listmember...>]

Josh,

Hi Sally is my Aunt. I can get the chords for the song or you can email her 
directly and ask her. Her url is www.fourbitchinbabes.com You might be able to 
find it there. Otherwise I can email her directly and ask her for you.

Yonatan
admin (at) Ldwriter(dot)com




---------- Original Message ----------------------------------
From: Josh Segal <jsegal (at) brandeis(dot)edu>
Reply-To: hanashir (at) shamash(dot)org
Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2001 00:08:15 -0500

>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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