| G7 | C | F | C |
Oh, the | re's no p | lace like h | ome for t | he holidays |
G7 | C | Dm7 | F | G7sus4 | G7 |
'Cause n | o mat | ter h | ow far aw | ay you roa | m |
G7 | C | F | C |
When yo | u pine fo | r the suns | hine of a friendly gaze |
D7 | G7 | Dm7 | G7 | Dm7 | G7 | C |
For the | holi | days you | can't bea | t home | , sw | eet home |
| C7 | F7 |
I | met a | man who lives in Tennessee |
| Dm7 | G7 | Cm7 |
And | he was | headin | ' for |
| G7 | Dm7 | G7 | C | Am |
Penn | sylvania an | d some ho | mem | ade pump | kin pie |
| F |
From Pe | nnsylvania folks are trav'lin' down |
| Dm7 | G7 | Cm7 |
To | Dixie's s | unny | shore |
| G | Am | D7 |
From | Atlantic | to Pacif | ic, gee, |
| Gdim | Dm7 |
The t | raffic is | terrific! |
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you want to be happy in a million ways
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home