Verse 1GAm
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.
GAm
He was back woods, back wards, used words like: no sir, yes
C9G
mam, by god, be darned and hell yeah I'm American
AdimEm
In all the years he walked this earth,
AdimEm
I swear all he did was work.
Am7Em7
He said the devil dreams on that idle horse
C
So listen to me squirt.
ChorusGAm7C9G
Don't get too high on the bottle and get right w/ the man
GAm7
Fight your fights, find your grace and all the things that you can't change.
C9G
And help somebody if you can
Verse2
GAm
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.
AdimEmAdimEm
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed.
Am7Em7C
Takin' her last few breaths of life, Smiling as she said...
Chorus + And get right w/ the man
GAm7C9GAm7C9G
I never let a cowboy make the coffee,
Am7C9G
Yeah, that''s what Granny always said to my Granddad.
Am7C9G
He said never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than
Am7C9C
once. If you want to hear God laugh tell him your plans.
Chorus + And get right w/ the man
GAm7C9 G, GAm7 C9, G...fade
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