Zac Brown Band - Day that i die

^CEarly morning in a motel ro^Fmaj7om, ^AmSunshine trying to creep ^Gon through. ^CLost sleep but I found ^Fmaj7a tune, ^AmStuck inside my head. ^{G C}Cigarettes, a tank^Fmaj7 of gas, ^AmHeaded off to nowhe^Gre fast, ^CGotta find a way to make this^Fmaj7 feeling last. ^{Am G}

'Cause I believe ^Cthat I, ^Fmaj7 Was born^Am with a song inside of me^A. Never question ^Cwhy, ^Fmaj7 I just kee^Amp on singing that melody. ^G And as time ^Cgoes by, ^Fmaj7 Oh it's fun^Amny how time ca^Gn make you realize, ^Fmaj7 We're running out of i^Amt. ^G

On the day t^Fmaj7hat I die,^C I wanna say t^Ghat I, ^Am Was a man ^Fmaj7who really lived and^C never compromised. ^{G C} I want to live^C out my days, ^Fmaj7 Until the very^G end, ^Am I hope they find m^Fmaj7e in my home ^{C G}Guitar in my hands.^C Fmajy C I hope they find me in my home With my guita^Gr in my hands. ^C

^CA part of dawn to be ashamed of,^{Fmaj7 Am}But good people are supposed ^Gto be up. ^CBut I found peace with this path I took, ^{Fmaj7 Am}As I lay down my head. ^{G C}Crossroads you gotta choose, ^{Fmaj7 Am}Which way could be win or lo^Gse. ^CBut every morning my soul seems t^Fmaj7o sing on through. ^{Am G}

'Cause I believe ^Cthat I, ^Fmaj7 Was born^Am with a song inside of me^A. Never question ^Cwhy, ^Fmaj7 I just kee^Amp on singing that melody. ^G And as time ^Cgoes by, ^Fmaj7 Oh it's fun^Amny how time ca^Gn make you realize, ^Fmaj7 We're running out of i^Amt. ^G

On the day t^Fmaj7hat I die,^C I wanna say t^Ghat I, ^Am Was a man ^Fmaj7who really lived and^C never compromised. ^{G C} I want to live^C out my days, ^Fmaj7 Until the very^G end, ^Am I hope they find m^Fmaj7e in my home ^{C G}Guitar in my hands.^C Fmajy C I hope they find me in my home With my guita^Gr in my hands. ^C

We are g^Fmaj7one ^C We are g^Gon^Ame ^Fmaj7Its all o^Cver ^GBefore you^Am know

'Cause I believe ^Cthat I, ^Fmaj7 Was born^Am with a song inside of me^A. Never question ^Cwhy, ^Fmaj7 I just kee^Amp on singing that melody. ^G And as time ^Cgoes by, ^Fmaj7 Oh it's fun^Amny how time ca^Gn make you realize, ^Fmaj7 We're running out of i^Amt. ^G

On the day t^Fmaj7hat I die,^C I wanna say t^Ghat I, ^Am Was a man ^Fmaj7who really lived and^C never compromised. ^{G C} I want to live^C out my days, ^Fmaj7 Until the very^G end, ^Am I hope they find m^Fmaj7e in my home ^{C G}Guitar in my hands.^C Fmajy C I hope they find me in my home With my guita^Gr in my hands. ^C