Something Turned On At Home(Chords)

	        I Left Something Turned On At Home by Trace Adkins from the CD  
Dreaming Out Loud-  transcribed by Gary Fishell 
 
 
D   A   E   A 
 
A 
Well boys I hate to leave good company 
           D                                    A 
But my baby just called me on the phone 
                   D                              A 
And from the sound of her voice,  I simply have no choice 
                       E                 A 
I left something turned on at home 
 
A 
Well I just put a quarter in the jukebox 
      D                                                A 
And it ain't halfway through my favorite song 
         D                                    A 
But if I don't leave right now, my whole place might burn  
down 
                                 E                 A 
'Cause I left something turned on at home 
 
CHORUS: 
   D                                               
It ain't the stove, it ain't the heater 
A 
She's hotter and a whole lot sweeter 
      D                                          E 
And all day long she's been there alone 
         D                                     A 
Right now her arms are open, the house is probably smokin' 
                                  E                A 
'Cause I left something turned on at home 
 
 
D     A    E     A 
       A                               
Hey waitress could you cancel that order 
         D                                A 
But if it's too late I'll take it to go 
  D                                  A 
Boys I gotta run 'fore somebody calls 911 
                                  E                A 
'Cause I left something turned on at home 
 
REPEAT CHORUS 
        D                                      A 
Right now her arms are open, the house is probably smokin' 
                                  E                A 
'Cause I left something turned on at home 
                               E                 A            A    A 
Yeah I left something turned on at home 
 
 

	        

Written by Billy Lawson/John Schweers