The Steel Woods - Rock that has my name

^EmI talk to the people tha^Dt lie beneath these stones ^AmImagining they listen makes me feel less al^Emone ^EmI pick up the broken flowers, s^Dometimes I dig a hole ^AmWelcome in the new ones, introduce 'em to the ol^Emd

^EmI can use a chisel and^D polisher the same ^AmI'll put anything you'd like to say under a na^Emme ^EmI'll put on my suit, m^Dake sure my tie is straight ^AmLend a hand to the mourning, send the loved ones on their w^Emay

^GWell I ain't afraid to die 'c^Amause I know where I'll go ^AmThere I'll live forever on the streets made of go^Emld ^G'Til then I'll keep on working, y^Amou won't hear me complain ^AmAnd every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my na^Emme

W^Emell I hired on out of high school ^Din 1968 ^AmMy wife and I picked out a spot right up by the ga^Emte ^EmIt ain't much but every morning the ^Dsun shines on that ground ^AmOne of these days when I clock out, that's where I'm a-layin' do^Emwn

^GWell I ain't afraid to die '^Amcause I know where I'll go ^AmThere I'll live forever on the streets made of go^Emld ^G'Til then I'll keep on working, yo^Amu won't hear me complain ^AmAnd every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my na^Emme

^DBorn in Alabama ^AmYear 1-9-5-0 ^EmThrow the dirt on top of me ^DSow the seeds and l^Cet it grow

^DWell I ain't afraid to die 'c^Amause I know where I'll go ^AmThere I'll live forever on the streets made of go^Emld ^G'Til then I'll keep on working, ^Amyou won't hear me complain ^AmAnd every day I'll tip my hat to the rock that says my na^Emme

^GSome day when I'm under it I ^Amhope you'll do the same ^AmStop by sometime, tip your hat to the rock that says my nam^Eme