Rodney Atkins - My old man

^DI got a p^D/F#icture of him b^Gare foot in the ^Amud, ^DBehind his g^D/F#randpa's plow and t^Gwo gray m^Aules, ^DWhen he t^D/F#urned ten years old in ^GMay fifty th^Aree, ^DHe grew up f^D/F#earin God in Wa^Gshburn, Te^Annesee,

The cl^F#mosest thing that he ^Bmhad to a dad was his ^Duncle ^ABob, ^F#mAnd he could only d^Bmream of things like l^Gittle league bas^F#eball, That lit^Gtle boy with b^Aig blue eyes and ca^F#mllused h^Bmands, mm bec^Aame My Old ^DMan

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^DShe was a K^D/F#entucky girl born on Vale^Gntine's d^Aay, ^DA fourth c^D/F#hild of five to my g^Grandma Uma M^Aay, ^DSo shy and be^D/F#autiful with sunset h^Gair and emerald e^Ayes, ^DDaddy sp^D/F#ent his life wor^Gkin in the coal mi^Anes,

^F#mAnd in my eyes, all ^Bmof my life, my d^Dad's been a ^Asaint, ^F#mBut even sa^Bmints need angels to s^Ghow them the ^F#way, And over th^Girty-seven y^Aears ago he asked for M^F#margaret Lynn's h^Bmand, And that a^Gngel married ^AMy Old ^DMan,

There were ti^Fmes I ^Amtried to buck the t^Gruthful things they said, ^FNow I'm glad that m^Amore than once they r^Gattled my stubborn head, Bm E A C#m F#m - E---walk down Cause my folks are just like mountains I look at from afar, But now the cl^Goser I ^Bmget to them the b^Gigger they ^Aare,

^F#mTime seens to f^Bmly anymore and the ho^Glidays are so far a^Apart, ^F#mThere's no way a p^Bmhone call could e^Gxpress what's in my ^F#heart, ^GSo this is just a s^Aong to say How t^F#mhankful I ^Bmam, For mo^Gmma and ^AMy Old ^BmMan^A, for m^Gomma^A and d^Dad

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