Scotty McCreery - That old king james

^DPreacher gave it to him when ^Bmhe was eight, That Sunday morning ^F#mhe got saved in that little ^Gchurch ^DGrandaddy totted it to ^BmBible school I bet back then it ^F#mlooked brand new, not a faded ^Gword, now the ^Emcover's torn and the ^Gleather's worn on that ^DOld King James

He ^Bmtook it with him overseas ^F#mEngland, France and Germany ^GRight there in the middle of ^Dhell ^BmSaid he read it every night He ^F#mswore that it saved his life His ^Emonly hope when there was no hope ^Aleft Was in that ^GOld ^AKing ^DJames

^DPassed it down to Momma on the ^Bmday he died Sat there for the ^F#mlongest time just gathering the ^Gdust But when ^Dlife would take a sharp turn every ^Bmnow and then And she would just start ^F#mmissing him, I'd see her pick it ^Gup Now the ^Emcover's torn and the ^Gleather's worn on that ^DOld King James

You'll ^Bmfind on every other page ^F#mYellow lines or tear drop stains ^GEvery chapter of that good ^Dbook Been through ^Bmcancer, war and crazy kids ^F#mAll the stupid things I did ^EmI may never know the toll I ^Atook on her And that ^GOld ^AKing ^DJames

^DYeah I'm the one who's ^Bmgot it now She said read it when you're ^F#mfeeling down And I said, "Ye^Gs Ma'am" Now the ^Emcover's torn And the ^Gleather's worn on that ^DOld King James