Artist: Aaron Watson
[INTRO]
[C]
[VERSE 1]
The old man was [C]sitting on the tailgate of a '62 Ford flatbed
[C2/B] Picking [Am]on an old guitar, he looked at me and he said, "The engine's dead
It was a [F]good run son," as he strummed a melancholy chord
"Now I've got [C]nothing but time to kill until the coming of the Lord"
[VERSE 2]
Well, [C]he played me a few songs, one about a Randall knife
[C2/B] One a[Am]bout a train, one about the pain of losing the love of his life
[Am7/G]He took a [F]puff of that cigarette, blew a breath of smoke that could smother
He said "They[C] always said these would kill me and they did," then he laughed and he lit another
[VERSE 3]
He said, "I [C]hear that you write songs boy, play me one that I might know"
[C2/B] So I [Am]sang him my latest and greatest hit and number one on music row
He [F]stopped me before I could finish the verse, said "I think I've heard enough of that
When you've heard [C]one you've heard em all," with a grimace of a grin he took his old guitar back
[VERSE 4]
He said, "I [C]guess that's alright if that's all you've got to give
[C2/B]If that's [Am]all you've got to say in this one life you've got to live
[Am7/G]There's no [F]meaning in your melody so predictable and weak
Wasted [C]words and shallow rhymes, I'd rather hear a woman cuss me a blue streak"
[VERSE 5]
"You see, the [C]pencil to the pad is like the bullet to the gun
The [C2/B]pen is [Am]mightier than the sword if the words are forged from fire from the sun
[Am7/G]Yet some [F]do it for the fame, the fun, the money and all the glory
Yet some [C]do it for their weary soul, won't rest until they tell their story"
[VERSE 6]
"You gotta make 'em[C] feel what you feel, help 'em dream a dream and make 'em wonder
It's [C2/B]like ca[Am]tchin' lightning in a bottle, make 'em smell the rain and hear the thunder
[Am7/G] Let 'em [F]taste the tears of joy or the bittersweet taste of sin
Find the [C]passion in a four letter word or a Sunday morning Amen"
[VERSE 7]
[C]Then he flicked his ashes and he pointed at my heart
Said, "If you're [Am]searching for solid gold, that'd be a real good place to start
Let the [F]words speak for themselves, tell the truth, right or wrong
And bare your [C]soul for all to see, all for the sake of the song"
[C]
[VERSE 1]
The old man was [C]sitting on the tailgate of a '62 Ford flatbed
[C2/B] Picking [Am]on an old guitar, he looked at me and he said, "The engine's dead
It was a [F]good run son," as he strummed a melancholy chord
"Now I've got [C]nothing but time to kill until the coming of the Lord"
[VERSE 2]
Well, [C]he played me a few songs, one about a Randall knife
[C2/B] One a[Am]bout a train, one about the pain of losing the love of his life
[Am7/G]He took a [F]puff of that cigarette, blew a breath of smoke that could smother
He said "They[C] always said these would kill me and they did," then he laughed and he lit another
[VERSE 3]
He said, "I [C]hear that you write songs boy, play me one that I might know"
[C2/B] So I [Am]sang him my latest and greatest hit and number one on music row
He [F]stopped me before I could finish the verse, said "I think I've heard enough of that
When you've heard [C]one you've heard em all," with a grimace of a grin he took his old guitar back
[VERSE 4]
He said, "I [C]guess that's alright if that's all you've got to give
[C2/B]If that's [Am]all you've got to say in this one life you've got to live
[Am7/G]There's no [F]meaning in your melody so predictable and weak
Wasted [C]words and shallow rhymes, I'd rather hear a woman cuss me a blue streak"
[VERSE 5]
"You see, the [C]pencil to the pad is like the bullet to the gun
The [C2/B]pen is [Am]mightier than the sword if the words are forged from fire from the sun
[Am7/G]Yet some [F]do it for the fame, the fun, the money and all the glory
Yet some [C]do it for their weary soul, won't rest until they tell their story"
[VERSE 6]
"You gotta make 'em[C] feel what you feel, help 'em dream a dream and make 'em wonder
It's [C2/B]like ca[Am]tchin' lightning in a bottle, make 'em smell the rain and hear the thunder
[Am7/G] Let 'em [F]taste the tears of joy or the bittersweet taste of sin
Find the [C]passion in a four letter word or a Sunday morning Amen"
[VERSE 7]
[C]Then he flicked his ashes and he pointed at my heart
Said, "If you're [Am]searching for solid gold, that'd be a real good place to start
Let the [F]words speak for themselves, tell the truth, right or wrong
And bare your [C]soul for all to see, all for the sake of the song"
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