Whiskeytown - I hope it rains at my funeral
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Whiskeytown (Ryan Adams) “I Hope It Rains at My Funeral” Tabbed by Jack, May 2016
from “Real: The Tom T. Hall Project” 1998
[Intro]
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DA man with forty Gacres plowed and Dplanted
ACan't send no fourteen year-old boy to no Dschool
DThe one thing I Glearned in the years I Dworked on my daddy's farm
AWas, "Son, you better get them crops in when it gets Dcool."
DIn the magazines, GI saw the naked Dwomen
AI heard about the drinkin' and the Dbars
DIf my daddy could've Gcaught me, he'd a-Dkilled me
He said, "AYou might run, boy, but you won’t get that Dfar."
GThe miles were Dgood but the mileage is Dturnin' Amy hair Ggray
I've met some Dpeople that Aknew me and call me Gfriend
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Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver
DI'd find different ways to Amake same mistakes Gagain (a cappella)
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DI hit town or you Gmight say that it Dhit me
ANext mornin' there were things I knew more Dabout
DSome woman took me Gin said I, "Seem to be Dall right."
AI turned her on the same way, Dshe turned me out
DThe first law I Gbroke, right away Johnny-law Dcaught me
AI helped them build the country roads for Dawhile
DThey fed two times a Gday and knocked you down Dabout four
ABy the 13 day I... couldn’t even crack Da smile
GThe miles were Dgood but the mileage is Dturnin' Amy hair Ggray
I've met some Dpeople that Aknew me and call me Gfriend
D G D A G
Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver
DI'd find different ways to Amake same mistakes Gagain (a cappella)
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DI met a nice girl and Gshe said I was her Dbaby
AShe let me go and would never tell me Dwhy
DI learned what it Gmeans to be somebody's Dbaby
AThey let you lie in your bed by yourself so you can Dcry
DSo let me say this, GI never tried to hurt Danybody
AThough I guess there's a few that I still couldn't look in Dthe eye
DGrant me one wGish, I hope it Drains at my funeral
AFor once, I'd like to be the only one left Ddry
GThe miles were Dgood but the mileage is Dturnin' Amy hair Ggray
I've met some Dpeople that Aknew me and call me Gfriend
D G D A G
Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver
DI'd find different ways to Amake same mistakes Gagain (a cappella)
GI’d probably make um...
GSame way I made um... again
DMake um all again
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