E A
Places I have been,
B E
cities I have seen,
A B
with concrete caverns rising from the ground.
E A
Miles and miles of asphalt trail,
B
stretch across a land,
A B
stampeding metal ponies leaving smoke along the way...
E A
I'm going back to paniolo counrty,
B
stars at night
E
no city lights.
A B E
Paniolo country, my home on the range.
A B E
I made up my mind, won't waste any time
A B
I'm going back to where the clouds ride high.
E A B
take my word its pretty, not like the great big city
A B
the winds still bring cool clear mountian air.
E A
I'm going back to paniolo country
B E
rain drops fall, the grass grows tall
A B E
paniolo counrty, my home on the range.
A
Places I have been,
B E
cities I have seen,
A B
with concrete caverns rising from the ground.
E A
Miles and miles of asphalt trail,
B
stretch across a land,
A B
stampeding metal ponies leaving smoke along the way
E A
going back to paniolo country
B E
rain drops fall, the grass grows tall
A B E
paniolo counrty, my home on the range
A B E
paniolo country my home on the range