Craig Morgan - This aint nothing

He was ^Gstanding in the rubble Of an ^Cold farmhouse outside of Birmin^Ggham When some ^Gon-the-scene reporter Stuck a ^Ccamera in the face of that old ^Dman^{Dsus2 D} He said, ^Gtell the folks, please mister What ^F6add9are you gonna do ^CNow that this twister has taken ^AmAll that's dear to you The ^Emold man just ^Dsmiled and said Boy, let me tell you ^Csomething Thi^Ds ain't not^Ghin' ^D

He ^Csus4said, I lost my daddy when I was eight years old That ^Gcave-in at the Kincaid Mine left a big old hole And I ^Csus4lost my baby brother, my best friend, and my left hand In a ^Gno-win situation in a ^Csus4place called Viet^Gnam And last ^Em7year I watched my ^Dlovin' wife Of ^Csus4fifty years, waste a^Gway and die And I ^Amheld her hand as her ^Em7heart of gold stopped ^Csus4pumpin' ^D So, this ain't ^Gnothin' ^{Em7 Csus4}

He said, ^GI learned at an early age ^CThere's things that matter and there's things that don't ^G So if you're ^Gwaiting here for me to cry,^C I hate to disappoint you boy, but I won't^D Then he ^Greached down in the rubble

^Csus4Wiped the dirt off of it With the ^Amhand that he still had ^Em

^DSaid, man she was ^Csomethin' ^D But, this ain't ^Gnothin'

He ^Csus4said, I lost my daddy when I was eight years old That ^Gcave-in at the Kincaid Mine left a big old hole And I ^Csus4lost my baby brother, my best friend, and my left hand In a ^Gno win situation in a ^Csus4place called Viet^Gnam And last ^Em7year I watched my ^Dlovin' wife Of ^Csus4fifty years, waste a^Gway and die We were ^Amholding hands, as her ^Em7heart of gold stopped ^Csus4pumpin' ^D So, this ain't ^Gnothin' He said ^Cthis ain't nothin' that time won't er^Gase ^D And ^Cthis ain't nothin' money can't rep^Dlace He said, ^Emyou sit and watch your l^Dovin' wife Of ^Cfifty years, fightin' ^Gfor her life Then you ^Amhold her hand 'til that ^Emheart of gold stops ^Cpumpin' ^D

So, this ain't ^Gnothin' ^C No, this ain't ^Gnothin' ^{C G}