Jamie Lin Wilson - Death and life

^CGot her legs crossed at her ^Gankles and her ^Dmpurse down by her ^Ffeet She ^Ctakes a look a^Ground and wonders ^Fhow this came to be The ^Cboy that's there be^Gside her, spittin' ^Dmimage of the ^Fman Who ^Ccarried all the ^Gweight and built this ^Fhouse with his two hands^F

^FIn forty-some-odd years she never ^Ghad to sleep alone It's been ^Cthree years in ^GNovember, she ^Amstill ain't bought a stone Said "I ^Cused to be a ^Glover but I ^Dmstill feel like a ^Fwife" That's the ^Cway that it ^Ggoes in the game of ^Fdeath and life^F

A ^Cfather always ^Gtries to treat a ^Dmboy just like a ^Fman And he ^Csaw his had a ^Gway to work through ^Flife with his two hands He ^Cknew that he was ^Gdying but ^Dmbefore his days were done After he ^Csaid all his good^Gbyes he asked one ^Fmore thing of his son^F

^FWell his old man died in April and he ^Gwent to build a box Every ^Cnail and every ^Gboard was a ^Amtear that never dropped Then he ^Chad a baby ^Gboy born on the ^Dmsame day as his ^Fdad So he ^Ctook his name to ^Ggive him, it's the ^Fbest thing that he had^F

^FSouls, they move in circles as the ^Ggenerations pass And the ^Cold ones hold the ^Gyoung as though the ^Amtime will never last And the ^Cdusk leads to the ^Gdawn as the ^Dmdarkness brings us ^Flight That's the ^Cway that it ^Ggoes in the ^Fgame of death and life

All the ^Cchildren at the ^Ggraveyard, they're just ^Dmjumping over ^Frocks And they're ^Creading all the ^Gnames on all the ^Fcemetery plots They're ^Csoaking up the ^Gsun and wondering ^Dmhow it feels to ^Fdie That's the ^Cway that it ^Ggoes in the ^Fgame of death and life^F

^FSouls, they move in circles as the ^Ggenerations pass And the ^Cyoung ones hold the ^Gold like it's the ^Amonly thing they have The ^Cdusk leads to the ^Gdawn as the ^Dmdarkness brings us ^Flight That's the ^Cway that it ^Ggoes in the ^Fgame of death and life That's the ^Cway that it ^Ggoes in the ^Fgame of death and life That's the ^Cway that it ^Ggoes ^F......^Dm...^F...