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