Ron Pope - The life in your years

I am ^Ccalling my maker When my ^Fshift's finally ^Cdone ^CBring me home to my people Wrap me ^Gup in their love Like a ^Cblanket crocheted By some ^Fhands passed a^Cway I'm still ^Fpraying their ^Cnames No matter ^Ghow far I've strayed

And may the ^FLord bless and ^Ckeep you When I'm ^Gso far a^Amway God pro^Ftect all the ^Cbabies Let em ^Ggrow old and gray And when I'm ^Fgone, please re^Ccall all the ^E7good I saw ^Amhere It's not the ^Fyears in your ^Clife, it's the ^Glife in your ^Cyears

I am ^Cfighting the pull of some ^Fneon and ^Cglass But I'll end ^Fup on my ^Cass if I ^Ggo back to that If you're ^Cpassing through town, stop by my ^Fmama's ^Chouse Tell her I'm safe and sound, head six ^Gfeet above ground

And may the ^FLord bless and ^Ckeep you When I'm ^Gso far a^Amway God pro^Ftect all the ^Cbabies Let em ^Ggrow old and gray And when I'm ^Fgone, please re^Ccall all the ^E7good I saw ^Am7here It's not the ^Fyears in your ^Clife, it's the ^Glife in your ^Cyears

And may the ^FLord bless and ^Ckeep you When I'm ^Gso far a^Amway God pro^Ftect all the ^Cbabies Let em ^Ggrow old and gray And when I'm ^Fgone, please re^Ccall all the ^E7good I saw ^Am7here It's not the ^Fyears in your ^Clife, it's the ^Glife in your ^Am7years It's not the ^Fyears in your ^Clife, it's the ^Glife in your ^Cyears