Intro G
Verse 1
G Am
Granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man.
C9
He came from a school where you didn't need nothin'
G
If you couldn't make it with your own two hands.
G Am
He was back woods, back wards, used words like: no sir, yes
C9 G
mam, by god, be darned and hell yeah I'm American
Adim Em
In all the years he walked this earth,
Adim Em
I swear all he did was work.
Am7 Em7
He said the devil dreams on that idle horse
C
So listen to me squirt.
Chorus
G Am7 C9 G
Don't get too high on the bottle and get right w/ the man
G Am7
Fight your fights, find your grace and all the things that you can't change.
C9 G
And help somebody if you can
Verse2
G Am
Now Granny said son stick to your guns, if you believe in something no matter what.
C9
Cause it's better to be hated for who you are,
G
Than be loved for who your not.
G
She was five feet of concrete,
Am
NY born and raised on slick city streets
C9
She'd cold stare you down, stand her ground
G
Still kickin' and screaming at 93.
Adim Em Adim Em
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed.
Am7 Em7 C
Takin' her last few breaths of life, Smiling as she said...
Chorus + And get right w/ the man
G Am7 C9 G
Am7 C9 G
I never let a cowboy make the coffee,
Am7 C9 G
Yeah, that''s what Granny always said to my Granddad.
Am7 C9 G
He said never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than
Am7 C9 C
once. If you want to hear God laugh tell him your plans.
Chorus + And get right w/ the man
G Am7 C9 G, G Am7 C9, G...fade
Chords:
G 320033
Am X02210
C9 X32033
Em7 020000 or 022033
C X32010
Am7 X02013 or X02010
AdimXX1212
Interpretation of this song is by Mark Pytko
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