Sturgill Simpson - The dead dont die

Oh, the ^Cdead don't die any more than you or I They're just ^Gghosts inside a dream of a ^Fmaj7life that we don't ^Cown They walk a^Cround us all the time, never payin' any mind To the ^Gsilly lives we lead or the ^Fmaj7reaping we've all ^Csown

There's a ^Fcup of coffee waiting on every ^Ccorner ^GSomeday we're gonna wake up and ^Fmaj7find the corner's ^Cgone But the ^Cdead will still be walking 'round ^Fthis ol' world alone Oh, well ^Cafter life is over the ^Gafterlife goes ^Con

There'll be ^Cold friends walking 'round in a somewhat-familiar town That you ^Gsaw once when you ^Fmaj7looked up from your ^Cphone Nobody ^Cbothers saying hi and you can save all your goodbyes Stop ^Gtrying to pretend that ^Fmaj7we're all not a^Clone

And the ^Fstreets look so empty in the ^Cmorning There'll be ^Gno one out at night for the ^Fmaj7lights to shine down ^Con But the ^Cdead'll still be walking 'round in ^Fthis old world alone Oh, well ^Cafter life is over the ^Gafterlife goes ^Con

^GHearts break when loved ones journey ^Con ^GAt the thought that they're now forever ^Cgone So we ^Ctell ourselves they're all still a^Fround us all the time ^CGone but not forgotten, just ^Gmemories left be^Chind

But the ^Cdead'll still be walking 'round in ^Fthis old world alone Oh, well ^Cafter life is over the ^Gafterlife goes ^Con Oh, well ^Cafter life is over the ^Gafterlife goes ^Fmaj7on ^{G C}