A Life Worth Lived

Capo: 1st fret

G
Them hands had been paid.
Cadd9
That back had seen weight.
G             Em                 Cadd9
That XLT with no AC got him from A to B.
 
 
G
That upbring was hard.
Cadd9
Lower class don’t make it that far.
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But everything he done was never half assed and 100 of heart.
 
 
G       Cadd9  Em     D
Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind.
        G           Cadd9          Em
He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine.
        G           Cadd9 Em               D
Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night.
        G           Cadd9       Em
He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between.
G      Cadd9       Em            G            Cadd9
Second generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right
                        D (Single strum)
and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived.
 
 
G
Those strings had been frayed
Cadd9
On that Gibson he played.
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Traded a bar room stool for an old oak pew and Pentecostal stage.
 
 
G
He said ‘fore too long.
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I think imma be gone
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Before they put me in the ground write me a country song.
 
 
G       Cadd9  Em     D
Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind.
        G           Cadd9          Em
He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine.
        G           Cadd9 Em               D
Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night.
        G           Cadd9       Em
He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between.
G      Cadd9       Em            G            Cadd9
Third generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right
                        D (Single strum)
and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived.
 
 
D
The Cubs game just ain’t the same.
Em
Harp turned 6 just the other day.
Cadd9                                 Em                       D
I keep livin my Life like things are fine, but what I wouldn’t give
Cadd9                             D (Single strum)
To watch M*A*S*H with ya one more time.
 
 
(We’d talk about)
 
 
G       Cadd9  Em     D
Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind.
        G           Cadd9          Em
He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine.
        G           Cadd9 Em               D
Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night.
        G           Cadd9       Em
He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between.
G      Cadd9       Em            G            Cadd9
Third generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right
                        D (Single strum)
and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived.