Montgomery Gentry - My fathers son

^EmOld white washed b^Carn doors ^GRain rusted t^Din ^EmStraw packed shirt and b^Clue jeans ^GHangin' in the w^Dind There's never t^Cime for these b^Gones to m^Dend ^EmUp before the s^Cun dries ^GThe frost on my f^Dields ^EmI've got the diesel ^Cburnin' ^GTurnin' these four w^Dheels Across this l^Cand I been h^Ganded d^Down I feel my r^Coots run d^Geep in this gr^Dound

So s^Gtand me up t^Dall in this seat ^CLord help me guide this p^Emlow beneath my f^Deet And t^Gurn this earth o^Dver one more time Some s^Cay this w^Gay of life is d^Done But n^Cot for my father's s^Emon ^{G D}

^EmThree Gener^Cations ^GBefore I ever c^Dame ^EmCut back these t^Cimbers And b^Get their lives on gr^Dain And I want to s^Cee just o^Gnce before I d^Die Us doin' m^Core than just ba^Grely getting ^Dby

^EmNow and then I w^Calk my fence ^GDown by the old country r^Doad ^EmAnd watch the cars go r^Cushin' by ^GAnd disappear like gh^Dosts Out where the s^Cky meets the a^Gmber w^Daves Yeah I'm a r^Cock in this l^Gand God m^Dade