Home (acoustic)

I've got a little red bow And I bought it for you 'Cause I know you're not fair I don't get it, oh well And you color my skin And the colors don't blend 'Cause I'm gonna get you And your little dog too There's a yellow brick road That we follow back home 'Cause I know you can't wait Your belligerent hate There's no place like home There's no place like home Like home I've, got a southern belle too And ruby red shoes With a body of straw Are you sick of it all? There's a man made of tin With an oil can grin And I'm gonna get you And your little dog too There's a yellow brick road That we follow back home And I know you can't wait Your belligerent hate There's no place like home There's no place like home There's a little white porch And you wanted it so Can you let me go down To the end of the road In the black and the white A Technicolorful life Can I stand by your side? We can make it alright Like home 'Cause I'm home There's a little white porch And you wanted it so Can you let me go down To the end of the road In the black and the white A Technicolorful life Then another arrived It's a cowardly lion What I want from this world What I wanna resolve When I want you to stay So I want you to wait I don't wanna be bold I don't wanna be cold I don't wanna grow old I don't wanna go home