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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
C G D/F# G
He had a southern drawl like a redbone hound
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
The kind of man it feels good to be a-round
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
He had hair as white as a cotton field
He could spin you a story like a wagon wheel
Never went nowhere without a rod and reel
Lord I miss that man and I always will
I miss that man and I always will
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
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
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
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
He said take what you got and do the best you can
The best thing you'll ever own is a piece of land
Ya'll he knew his like the back of his hand
He was somethin' else, my old man
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
I saw him strum this thing every chance he could
And he left it to me like he said he would
And if you ask me why it sounds so good
It's 'cause I'm holdin' more than strings and wood
I'm holdin' more than strings and wood
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
They just don't make 'em like that no more