The Will

[Intro]
C    G/B  F
 
 
[Verse 1]
C
Board room table
G/B
Total stranger
F
Adding up the worth
F
Of a man he never knew
C
50 acres
G/B
Tall stack of papers
F
Sign right here son
F
He left it all to you
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Dm7                             C/E
Buddy now you're set, what that suit and tie don't know
F
Is when it comes to grandpa, what matters the most
 
 
[Chorus]
        C                  G/B
Is that Gosdin Vinyl, that worn out Bible
    F
Two things that he held close
F
Like the buckle on his belt
     C                      G/B
That beat up ball cap, that grease-stained shop rag,
    F
His faded army patches, he just tossed up on the shelf
    Dm7
His trusty coffee cup
    C/E
His lucky rod and reel
         F
Yeah the things that I want the most
F
He never wrote
       C
In the will
 
 
[Verse 2]
C
That toolbox in the shed
G/B
And that rusted truck bed
F
He might not have known it
F
But it's where he taught me patience
C
The glove in the closet
   G/B
Anybody else would've tossed it
    F
But that's where I hear son you better keep on swinging
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Dm7                          C/E
I know that they could never bring him back
              F
But there's a memory in every one, so I just gotta have
 
 
[Chorus]
     C                  G/B
That Gosdin Vinyl, that worn out Bible
    F
Two things that he held close
F
Like the buckle on his belt
     C                      G/B
That beat up ball cap, that grease-stained shop rag,
    F
His faded army patches, he just tossed up on the shelf
    Dm7
His trusty coffee cup
    C/E
His lucky rod and reel
         F
Yeah the things that I want the most
F
He never wrote
       C
In the will
 
 
[Bridge]
Dm7
If I'm half the man he was
       C/E
If I'm gonna make him proud
          F
There's a laundry list of little things
F
I'm gonna want to pass down
 
 
[Out-Chorus]
     C                        G/B
Like that Whitley vinyl, that white tail rifle
    F
The one that made me a man when I was 12 years old
    C                      G/B
And Grandma's locket, kept in his pocket,
F
Hung around her neck 'til the good Lord called her home)
    Dm7
His trusty coffee cup
     C/E
That lucky rod and reel
         F
Yeah the things that I want the most
F
He never wrote
N.C.
In the will