Intro – G7 – Cm7
G7 Cm7
Granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of man
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He came from the school where didn’t need nothing if you couldn’t make with you own two hands
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He was backwoods, backwards used words like no sir, yes mam, by god be darn and hell yeah i’m american
Am G
And all the years he walked this earth I swear all he did was work
Am G
Devil dreams of an idle horse, so you listen to me squirt
CHORUS:
G7
Don’t get to high on a bottle
Cm7
And get right with the man
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Fight your fights, find you grace, and all things that you can’t change
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And help somebody if ya can
G7
And get right with the man
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Now granny said you stick to your guns if you believe in something no matter what
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Cause its better to be hated for who you are than love of you your not
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She was 5 feet of concrete New York born and raised on a slick city street
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Stare ya down, Stand her ground still kicking and screaming at 93
Am G
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed
Am G
Taking her last few breaths of life smiling as she said
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Don’t get too high on a bottle
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Just a little sip every now and then
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Fight your fights, find your grace and everything you can’t change
G7 Cm7
And help somebody if ya can
G7 Cm7
And get right with the man
musical break:
G7 – Cm7
Am G
never let a cowboy make the coffee
Am G
Thats what granny always said to my granddad
Am G
He said never tell a joke that ain’t funny more than once
Am G
And if you want to hear god laugh tell him your plans
Chorus
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