Intro:
Am F C G x2 (Play around with the strumming, there's a good bit of hammering on, esp. around the Cs)
Verse 1:
You know all th[Am]em sweaty [F]boys hanging [C]out at the copper m[G]ines
You watched them [Am]growing up under the [F]bridge on the river [C]shoals off Georgia [G]9
They used to [Am]lay their sweet [F]bodies out just [C]waiting on a fishing [G]line
Just like your [Am]daddy did when [F]he was a kid in the [C]wilds of Florid[G]a
But your daddy's g[Am]one a[F]nd those boys jacked [C]up got rough [G]moved on
[Am] [F] [C] [G]
Verse 2:
You find your [Am]own self h[F]iding in the [C]stories of drunken [G]men
With their [Am]kids in tow from the [F]picture show riding [C]over mountain [G]bends
And you can [Am]feel their fingers [F]crossing when the [C]black ice of winter [G]comes
But they'll be [Am]fishtailing in the [F]dark from the [C]time that they are [G]born
Chorus:
[F]Hey, you know your [C]daddy's gone, those [Am]boys you loved got [G]rough with the girls and
moved [F]on
Still you gotta [C]find some goodness [Am]somewhere som[G]ehow, so [F]hug the corners [C]take the
straights [Am]from the cradle [G]to the grave o[F]h we all [G]give what, yeah, what we [Am]got[F][C][G]
Verse 3:
In the [Am]winter you'll go [F]south and fall a[C]sleep in the late day [G]sun
Holding [Am]still to catch the l[F]ast of the warmth before the [C]storm clouds roll on [G]in
At n[Am]ight you watch the [F]kids riding in their [C]hoodies in the [G]rain
Heading [Am]up to St. Johns [F]causeway bridge fisht[C]ailing all the w[G]ay
Chorus:
[F]Hey, you know your [C]daddy's gone, those [Am]boys you loved got [G]rough with the girls and
moved [F]on
Still you gotta [C]find some goodness [Am]somewhere som[G]ehow, so [F]hug the corners [C]take the
straights [Am]from the cradle [G]to the grave o[F]h we all [G]give what, yeah, what we [Am]got[F][C][G]
Yeah we all give what we got
Am F C G x2 (Play around with the strumming, there's a good bit of hammering on, esp. around the Cs)
Verse 1:
You know all th[Am]em sweaty [F]boys hanging [C]out at the copper m[G]ines
You watched them [Am]growing up under the [F]bridge on the river [C]shoals off Georgia [G]9
They used to [Am]lay their sweet [F]bodies out just [C]waiting on a fishing [G]line
Just like your [Am]daddy did when [F]he was a kid in the [C]wilds of Florid[G]a
But your daddy's g[Am]one a[F]nd those boys jacked [C]up got rough [G]moved on
[Am] [F] [C] [G]
Verse 2:
You find your [Am]own self h[F]iding in the [C]stories of drunken [G]men
With their [Am]kids in tow from the [F]picture show riding [C]over mountain [G]bends
And you can [Am]feel their fingers [F]crossing when the [C]black ice of winter [G]comes
But they'll be [Am]fishtailing in the [F]dark from the [C]time that they are [G]born
Chorus:
[F]Hey, you know your [C]daddy's gone, those [Am]boys you loved got [G]rough with the girls and
moved [F]on
Still you gotta [C]find some goodness [Am]somewhere som[G]ehow, so [F]hug the corners [C]take the
straights [Am]from the cradle [G]to the grave o[F]h we all [G]give what, yeah, what we [Am]got[F][C][G]
Verse 3:
In the [Am]winter you'll go [F]south and fall a[C]sleep in the late day [G]sun
Holding [Am]still to catch the l[F]ast of the warmth before the [C]storm clouds roll on [G]in
At n[Am]ight you watch the [F]kids riding in their [C]hoodies in the [G]rain
Heading [Am]up to St. Johns [F]causeway bridge fisht[C]ailing all the w[G]ay
Chorus:
[F]Hey, you know your [C]daddy's gone, those [Am]boys you loved got [G]rough with the girls and
moved [F]on
Still you gotta [C]find some goodness [Am]somewhere som[G]ehow, so [F]hug the corners [C]take the
straights [Am]from the cradle [G]to the grave o[F]h we all [G]give what, yeah, what we [Am]got[F][C][G]
Yeah we all give what we got
