Chord Gitar David Allan Coe - Daddy Was A God Fearin Man Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar F#)

Intro

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   You know when I was about eight years old, used to go with my grandpa up to
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the town square, set him down up there on a picnic bench and he used to play
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checkers with them other old men up there. They used to tell stories bout when they were kids.
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Grandpa says he shot the chief of police,       when he was nine years old.     N' I believe him,
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cause they tell me that Hazard, Kentucky's the baldest place in the world.    Why,
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they say they used to sit out there on their front porch, shoot then revenuers,
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when they'd come down the hollow.     Said they was so young,
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took two o' them boys to hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger, hymn. Well, grandpa,
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he'd lie a little bit,       but I'll tell you,      there's a lot of stories in Harlan County.
 
[Verse 1]
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Yeah, folks in Harlan County Lord they knew that we were poor
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They always called my daddy preacher Dan
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But daddy weren't no preacher least ways I don't recollect
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Never hear of papa talk of nothin' but the land.
 
[Chorus 1]
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D#nd Daddy Was A God Fearin’ farmer yes he was
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Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name
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Daddy Was D# God Fearin’ farmer all his life
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Someday when I’m grown I’ll be the same.
 
[Verse 2]
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Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself
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He had the best tobacco crop around
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And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall
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Papa made his livin' on the ground.
 
[Verse 3]
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Yes Sunday-go-to-meetin' called for more than he could stand
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I guess he felt at home in his old clothes
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But he never missed a Sunday takin’ momma to the church
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Maybe it was habit, Lord but Heaven only knows.
 
[Chorus 2]
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D#nd Daddy Was A God Fearin’ farmer yes he was
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Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name
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Daddy Was D# God Fearin’ farmer all his life
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Someday when I’m grown I’ll be the same.
 
[Solo]
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[Verse 4]
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Yeah, folks in Harlan County, Lord, they knew that we were poor
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They always called my daddy preacher Dan
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But daddy weren't no preacher, least ways I don't recollect
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Never hear of grandpa talk of nothin' but the land.
 
[Chorus 3]
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D#nd Daddy Was A God Fearin’ farmer all his life
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Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name
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Daddy Was D# God Fearin’ farmer yes he was
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Someday when I’m grown I’ll be the same.
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Someday when I’m grown I’ll be the same
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Someday when I’m grown I’ll be the same.