Eric Church - A man who was gonna die young

I l^Gike fast cars an^Cd sharp drinks, ^Dchased a lot of ^Gcrazy things, ^Cleft behind my ^Gshare of broken p^Dieces. This^G morning I turned ^C36 and ^Dyou just remember ha^Glf of it. Yo^Cu wonder how you o^Gut-lived Hank or ^DJesus.

I put the r^Cage in a river, ^Droll in a thunder.^G But you kept me from ^Cgoing under ^Cwhen that ^Gcurrent got too ^Dheavy. I a^Clways thought I'd be a ^Dheap of metal, and a ^Gcloud of smoke, foot ^Cstuck to the pedal, ^Csold for parts like a ^Gjunkyard rusted-out ^DChevy. ^CFear I've had ^Gnone, what the hell ^Dmade you wanna ^Glove a ^Cman who was ^Dgonna die ^Gyoung?

In the ^Gmirror I saw my ^Csurprise, ^Dwho knew gray hairs ^Glike to hide on a ^Chead, that didn't ^Gthink he'd live past ^Dthirty. I^Gf I make it ^Cthirty more, it's the ^Dbrown that you'll be ^Glooking for as you ^Crun your fingers ^Gthrough, say slow down ^Dhoney.

I put the ^Crage in a river, ^Droll in a thunder. ^GBut you kept me from ^Cgoing under, ^Cwhen that ^Gcurrent got too ^Dheavy. I a^Clways thought I'd be a ^Dheap of metal, and a ^Gcloud of smoke, foot ^Cstuck to the pedal, ^Csold for parts like a ^Gjunkyard rusted-out ^DChevy. ^CFear I've had ^Gnone, what the hell ^Dmade you wanna ^Glove a ^Cman who was ^Dgonna die ^Gyoung? Call it ^Gintuition, or ^Ccall it crazy. Just ^Dthought by now I'd be ^Gpushing up daisies. But ^CI'd gladly stick a^Ground if we're ^Dtogether. So baby ^Gwhen you bow your ^Chead tonight, could you ^Dtell the Lord I've ^Gchanged my mind and with ^Cyou I'd ^Dlike to live forever.