[Intro]
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[Strophe]
         C        G            D/F#      G 
He had a southern drawl like a redbone hound 
          C       G           D/F#       G 
And every song he sang was my favorite sound 
            C        G          D/F#        Em 
He'd be the last one off if the ship went down 
            C      G             D/F#   G 
The kind of man it feels good to be a-round 
            C      G             D/F#   G 
The kind of man it feels good to be a-round
[Strophe]
       C       G          D/F#     G 
He had hair as white as a cotton field 
         C          G            D/F#    G 
He could spin you a story like a wagon wheel 
      C      G               D/F#      Em 
Never went nowhere without a rod and reel 
       C         G         D/F#     G 
Lord I miss that man and I always will 
  C         G         D/F#     G 
I miss that man and I always will
[Refrain]
                   C                      G 
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door 
                    Em  D                 G 
He taught me how to hunt, how to love the lord 
              C                 Em 
He car-ried a bi-ble and for-ty-four 
         C          G             D/F#      G 
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
[Instrumentale]
C G D/F# G
[Strophe]
             C        G              D/F#     G 
He said take what you got and do the best you can 
                      C    G        D/F#     G 
The best thing you'll ever own is a piece of land 
         C        G        D/F#        Em 
Ya'll he knew his like the back of his hand 
       C         G     D/F#   G 
He was somethin' else, my old man 
       C         G     D/F#   G 
He was somethin' else, my old man
[Refrain]
                   C                      G 
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door 
                    Em  D                 G 
He taught me how to hunt, how to love the lord 
              C                 Em 
He car-ried a bi-ble and for-ty-four 
         C          G             D/F#    G 
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
[Strophe]
          C          G           D/F#      G 
I saw him strum this thing every chance he could 
       C       G             D/F#    G 
And he left it to me like he said he would 
           C      G      D/F#      Em 
And if you ask me why it sounds so good 
                C       G         D/F#        G 
It's 'cause I'm holdin' more than strings and wood 
    C       G         D/F#        G 
I'm holdin' more than strings and wood
[Refrain]
                   C                      G 
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door 
                    Em  D                 G 
He taught me how to hunt, how to love the lord 
              C                 Em 
He car-ried a bi-ble and for-ty-four 
         C          G             D/F#    G 
And they just don't make 'em like that no more 
     C          G             D/F#    G 
They just don't make 'em like that no more
[Outro]
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