Joe Nichols - Farewell party

When the ^Elast, breath of life Is ^Agone from, my ^Ebody And my lips, are as cold as the ^Bsea When my ^Efriends gather 'round For ^Amy, farewell ^Eparty Won't ^Byou, pretend you love ^Eme

There will be ^Aflowers from those Who'll ^Ecry, when I go And leave you in this, old world a ^Blone I ^Eknow you'll have fun At my, ^Afarewell ^Eparty Won't ^Byou, be glad, when I'm ^Egone

Don't ^F#be mad at me, for ^Bwanting to ^F#keep you Till my life on this old world is ^C#through You'll be ^F#free at the end of ^Bmy farewell ^F#party But ^C#I'll...I'll go away loving ^F#you

There will be ^Bflowers from those Who'll ^F#cry, when I go And leave you in this, old world a ^C#lone I ^F#know you'll have fun At my, ^Bfarewell ^F#party Won't ^C#you, be glad, when I'm ^F#gone

Won't ^C#you, be glad, when I'm ^Bgone ^{Bm F#}