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Transcribed by: asf0@comcast.net  Alice Franceschini
Date:  June 19, 1999
Album: Party Doll And Other Favorites
Written by:
Note:  Sometimes radio station will speed up or slow down songs in order
For them to fit in a specific time. This happened to this song.  I'm
Reasonably sure that this is the key.

     ALMOST HOME        Mary Chapin Carpenter

F#                                                  B
Saw my life this morning lying at the bottom of a drawer
F#                                                           B
All this stuff I'm saving, God knows, what all this junk is for
     G#m           E                F#            B
And whatever I believed in This is all I have to show
         G#m                  E
What the hell were all the reasons 
F#   
For holding on for such dear life here's where I let go

CHORUS:
           B               E                B
I'm not running, I'm not hiding, I'm not reaching
      F#                                    B
I'm resting in the arms of the great white open
                E             G#m F#    B  
Gonna pull my soul in and I'm al-most home  2.) yeah yeah yeah


F#                                                   B
And I saw you this morning you were staring back at me
F#                                                              B
From an ancient photograph stuck between some letters and some keys
           G#m         E            F#               B
And I was lost for a moment in the ache of old good-byes
         G#m              E
Sometime all that we can know is
F#
Is there's no such thing as no regrets Well baby It's alright.

Chorus, "yeah, yeah" lead,
F#
Is there's no such thing as no regrets Well baby It's alright.

Chorus,  to ending

ENDING:
        G#m F#    B           G#m F#   B    
And I'm al-most home  And I'm al-most home


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