D G D A I'm a house wren, hunting for a house D G D A I haven't found one, I'm on the lookout D G D A For a home to call my own D G D A A private residence Through the grapevine I heard an empty gourd Is hangin' up somewhere on some old lady's porch I'll pack my bags and off I'll go To my new humble abode Chorus: G D A I'm gonna sing G D A at the top of my lungs 'cause it's a beautiful day G D A I'm gonna spread my wings Em F#m 'Cause as far as I know G A I am halfway home I'm a house wren who needs a summer home A country farmhouse or a quiet bungalow Not too big, and not too small First-rate real estate I got my eyes peeled for a window box An old tin can, a boot or a flower pot I'll pack my bags and off I'll go To my new humble abode Chorus I'm a house wren still hunting for a house But I got a song and a lot to sing about I'll pack my bags and off I'll go Because you know Chorus: I'm gonna sing at the top of my lungs 'Cause it's a beautiful day I'm gonna spread my wings I'm on top of the world And it's a beautiful thing I'm gonna sing at the top of my lungs 'Cause it's a beautiful day I'm gonna spread my wings 'Cause as far as I know I am halfway home I am halfway home | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D Em F#m G |