Dick Gaughan - Gone gonna rise again

^DI remember the ^Cyear my gran^Ddaddy died ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^DThey dug his ^Cgrave on a ^Dmountainside ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^DI was too young to ^Cunderstand The ^Gway he felt ab^Aout the land But ^DI could read his ^Chistory ^Din his hands ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again

^DCorn in the ^Ccrib and ^Dapples in the bin ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^DHam in the ^Csmokehouse, ^Dcotton in the gin ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^DCows in the barn and ^Chogs in the plot You ^Gknow he never ^Ahad a lot But he ^Dworked like the ^Cdevil for the ^Dlittle he'd got ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again

^DThose apple ^Ctrees on the ^Dmountainside ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^DHe planted the ^Cseeds just be^Dfore he died ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^DI guess he knew he'd ^Cnever see The ^Gred fruit hanging ^Afrom the tree But he ^Dplanted those ^Cseeds for his ^Dchildren and me ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again

^DHigh on a ^Cridge abo^Dve the farm ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^DI think of my ^Cpeople that ^Dhave gone on ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^DLike a tree that grows in the ^Cmountain ground The ^Gstorms of life have ^Acut them down But the ^Dnew wood ^Csprings from the ^Droots underground ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again ^CGone, gonna ^Drise again