SONG:   HOUSE AGAIN
ARTIST: HUDSON WESTBROOK
VIDEO:  https://youtu.be/ZPhXX29qwUQ?si=o8-lO961DakTyWBk
TAB BY: DON CZARSKI
EMAIL:  GUITARZAN7@HOTMAIL.COM


                             HOUSE AGAIN
                          HUDSON  WESTBROOK

CAPO: 1st FRET

[Intro]
NONE


[Verse]
           
Well this kitc

hen used to be

 a dance hall

Music on and t

he lights off
            
Just you and I


Used to be
 
Perfume on you

r pillow

New day throug

h the window
          
Bringing out
              
The blue in yo

    
ur eyes


Used to be

Four boots by 

the front door
             
But two ain't 

       
there anymore


[Chorus]
     
And now-ow-ow

It's just 4 empty walls
      
Where I lay my

 head and get 

no rest at all
     
The porch swin

g don't swing

The doorbell don't ring

   
And now-ow-ow

It's just wood on concrete
     
And numbers on

 a mailbox on 

a used to be s

treet
   
I guess you we

re right, I sh

ould have left

 when you did
     
The house you 

made a home
            
Is now just a 

             
house again


[Verse]
            
These days all

 I hear is an 

echo
   
Of you saying 

baby don't go
             
And your-our g

    
oodbye


If you
 
Came back you'

d be surprised
            
You wouldn't e

              
ven recognize 

      
this place
         
Without you

What the hell did you do


[Chorus]
        
'Cause now-ow-

ow

It's just 4 empty walls
      
Where I lay my

 head and get 

no rest at all
     
The porch swin

g don't swing

The doorbell don't ring

     
And now-ow-ow

It's just wood on concrete
     
And numbers on

 a mailbox on 

a used to be s

treet
   
I guess you we

re right, I sh

ould have left

 when you did
     
The house you 

made a home
            
Is now just a 

        
house again


[Instrumental/Solo}
          


[Break]
   
A kitchen that

 used to be a 

dance hall
            
With music on 

         
and the lights

 off
     
But now-ow-ow

It's just 4 empty walls


[Chorus]
     
Where I lay my

 head and get 

no rest at all
     
The porch swin

g don't swing

The doorbell don't ring

   
And now-ow-ow

It's just wood on concrete
           
And numbers on

              
 a mailbox on 

              
a used to be s

     
treet
           
I guess you we

              
re right, I sh

              
ould have left

          
 when you did
     
The house you 

made a home
   
Is now just a 

house
N.C.
Again