Daddy Was A God Fearin Man chords

[INTRO]
[D] You know when I was about eight years ol[D]d,[D] used to go with my grandp[G]a up to
the town squar[G]e, set him [A]down up there on a picnic bench and he [A]used to play
checkers with them other old [D]men up there.[D] They used to tell [D]stories bout when they were kid[D]s. [G] [A]
[D]Grandpa says he shot the chief of po[D]lice[G] , [G] when he was nine years old[A] . [A] N' I believe him,[D]
[D]cause they tell me that Hazard,[D] Kentucky's the baldest [D]place in the world.[G] [A]Why,
they say they used to sit out there on their front [D]porch, shoot then revenuers,[D]
when [G]they'd come down the hollow.[G] [A] Said they was so young,[A]
took two o' them [D]boys to hold the rifle and [D]one to pull the trigger, hymn.[D] Well, grandpa,[D]
he'd lie a little bit[G] , [A] [D] but I'll tell you,[D] [G] there's a lot of [A]stories in [D]Harlan County.

[VERSE 1]
Yeah, [D]folks in Harlan County Lord they [G]knew that we were [D]poor
They always called my daddy preacher [A]Dan
But [D]daddy weren't no preacher least ways [G]I don't recol[D]lect
Never hear of papa talk of [A]nothin' but the [D]land.

[CHORUS 1]
And [G]Daddy Was A [A]God Fearin’ [D]farmer yes he [G]was
[D]Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his [A]name
[G]Daddy Was A [A]God Fearin’ [D]farmer all his [G]life
[D]Someday when I’m [A]grown I’ll be the [D]same.

[VERSE 2]
Well he [D]always grew tobacco though he [G]did not smoke him[D]self
He had the best tobacco crop [A]around
And he [D]never touched a drop of liquor [G]that I can [D]recall
Papa made his [A]livin' on the [D]ground.

[VERSE 3]
Yes [D]Sunday-go-to-meetin' called for [G]more than he could [D]stand
I guess he felt at home in his old [A]clothes
But he [D]never missed a Sunday takin’ [G]momma to the [D]church
Maybe it was habit, Lord but [A]Heaven only [D]knows.

[CHORUS 2]
And [G]Daddy Was A [A]God Fearin’ [D]farmer yes he [G]was
[D]Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his [A]name
[G]Daddy Was A [A]God Fearin’ [D]farmer all his [G]life
[D]Someday when I’m [A]grown I’ll be the [D]same.

[SOLO]
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[VERSE 4]
Yeah, [D]folks in Harlan County, Lord, they [G]knew that we were [D]poor
They always called my daddy preacher [A]Dan
But [D]daddy weren't no preacher, least ways [G]I don't recol[D]lect
Never hear of grandpa talk of [A]nothin' but the [D]land.

[CHORUS 3]
And [G]Daddy Was A [A]God Fearin’ [D]farmer all his [G]life
[D]Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his [A]name
[G]Daddy Was A [A]God Fearin’ [D]farmer yes he [G]was
[D]Someday when I’m [A]grown I’ll be the [D]same.[D]
[D]Someday when I’m [A]grown I’ll be the [D]same [D]
[D]Someday when I’m [A]grown I’ll be the [D]same.[D] [A] [D]