I Hope It Rains At My Funeral
Whiskeytown
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D G D A D D G D A D D G D A man with forty acres plowed and planted A D Can't send no fourteen year-old boy to no school D G D The one thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy's farm A D Was, "Son, you better get them crops in when it gets cool." D G D In the magazines, I saw the naked women A D I heard about the drinkin' and the bars D G D If my daddy could've caught me, he'd a-killed me A D He said, "You might run, boy, but you won’t get that far." G D D A G The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray D A G I've met some people that knew me and call me friend D G D A G Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver D A G I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella) D G D A D D G D I hit town or you might say that it hit me A D Next mornin' there were things I knew more about D G D Some woman took me in said I, "Seem to be all right." A D I turned her on the same way, she turned me out D G D The first law I broke, right away Johnny-law caught me A D I helped them build the country roads for awhile D G D They fed two times a day and knocked you down about four A D By the 13 day I... couldn’t even crack a smile G D D A G The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray D A G I've met some people that knew me and call me friend D G D A G Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver D A G I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella) D G D A D D G D I met a nice girl and she said I was her baby A D She let me go and would never tell me why D G D I learned what it means to be somebody's baby A D They let you lie in your bed by yourself so you can cry D G D So let me say this, I never tried to hurt anybody A D Though I guess there's a few that I still couldn't look in the eye D G D Grant me one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral A D For once, I'd like to be the only one left dry G D D A G The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray D A G I've met some people that knew me and call me friend D G D A G Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver D A G I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella) G I’d probably make um... G Same way I made um... again D Make um all again
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