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Take Me Home

In this episode (174) – Take Me Home . . .

Yesterday (Oct. 7, 2022), we participated in a special luncheon for one of our engineering team members, Doan Vo, from Vietnam. As a special gift, we prepared and performed a song that you all know - Country Roads by John Denver on guitar accompanied by mandolin at the luncheon. However, with Lori's help, we rewrote the lyrics to fit this special occasion. So let me read the lyrics to you. The title of the song is Take Me Home.

Special thanks to Thang Phan for the accompaniment on the mandolin.

Take Me Home

Music  by: John Denver

Lyrics by; (IZ) @Lori Ball & @Patrick Ball 

Tuning: E A D G B E

Key - A

Capo: 2nd Fret


[Verse One]


G     Em       D             C     G

Almost heaven, SoCal region, High green mountain - crystal clear blue waters.


G   Em     D       C        

All my friends there, hangin' on the beach, young and old among them, feel the ocean


  G

 breeze.



[Chorus]


G   D   Em          C

Big white plane, take me home, to the place I belong,


G D C    G

Hochiminh City, South Vietnam, take me home big white plane.



[Verse Two]


G       Em D     C   G

All my memories gather 'round her, warm green country, golden sands - blue water.


G       Em D     C     G

Dark and dusty, painted in the sky, misty cool mornings, teardrop in my eye.


[Chorus]


G   D   Em           C

Big white plane, take me home, to the place I belong,


G D C G

Hochiminh City, South Vietnam, take me home, big white plane.



[Bridge]


Em             D         G

I hear Doan Vo; in the mornin' hour, he calls me.


C     G D

The iPhone reminds me of his home far away.


Em   F C G     D

And drivin' home from work, I get a feelin' that I should have gone with anyway,


D7

anyway.


[Repeat Chorus]


[Outro]


D         G

Big white plane, take me home.



I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. I'll see you in the next episode.

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