Alan Jackson - The old rugged cross

On a^G hill^C far^G away stood an^C old^D7 rugged^C cross, the^D emblem of suffering and^G shame; And I^G love that^C old^G cross where the^C dearest^D7 and^C best, for a^D world of lost^D7 sinners was^G slain.

So I’ll^D cherish the old rugged^G cross, till my^C trophies at last I lay^G down^D; I will^G cling to the^G7 old rugged^C cros^Ams, and e^Gxchange it some^D day for a^G crown^C.

To the^G old^C rugged^G cross I will^C ever^D7 be^C true; its^D shame and reproach gladl^Gy bear; Then He’ll^G call me^C some^G day to my^C home^D7 far^C away, where His^D glory fo^D7rever I’ll^G share.

And I’ll^D cherish the old rugged^G cross, till my^C trophies at last I lay^G down^D; I will^G cling to the^G7 old rugged^C cros^Ams, and e^Gxchange it some^D day for a^G crown^C.

I will^G cling to the^G7 old rugged^C cros^Ams, and e^Gxchange it some^D day for a^C crown^G.