Loretta Lynn - If god is dead

^CHe put flowers on the hills, your c^Fup he gladly fills How can you t^Curn around and say God is d^G7ead But when your st^Cories have all been told There's one th^Fing I'd like to know If God is de^Cad who's this li^G7ving for my ^Csou^Fl? ^C

^CHe gives us shelter from life's stormy weather Gives us l^Fove to keep us together When l^Cife gets like a ship on a raging ^G7sea And when the st^Cage of life grows cold Somebody h^Felps us to play our role If God is d^Cead who's this li^G7ving for my ^Csou^Fl? ^C

^CIf my s^G7oul had windows I'd leave them o^Cpen So the world could see the u^Fgly scars Upon those hands that c^G7left for you and me There's the br^Cidge you can cross if you will The t^Foll was paid on Golgota's hill If God is d^Cead who's this li^G7ving for my ^Csou^Fl? ^C

^CIf God is dead who's this li^G7ving for my ^Csou^Fl? ^C