D G DA DD G DA DD G D A man with forty acres plowed and plantedA D Can't send no fourteen year-old boy to no schoolD G D The one thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy's farmA D Was, "Son, you better get them crops in when it gets cool."D G D In the magazines, I saw the naked womenA D I heard about the drinkin' and the barsD G D If my daddy could've caught me, he'd a-killed meA D He said, "You might run, boy, but you won’t get that far."G D D A G The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair grayD A G I've met some people that knew me and call me friendD G D A G Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------verD A G I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella)D G DA DD G D I hit town or you might say that it hit meA D Next mornin' there were things I knew more aboutD G D Some woman took me in said I, "Seem to be all right."A D I turned her on the same way, she turned me outD G D The first law I broke, right away Johnny-law caught meA D I helped them build the country roads for awhileD G D They fed two times a day and knocked you down about fourA D By the 13 day I... couldn’t even crack a smileG D D A G The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair grayD A G I've met some people that knew me and call me friendD G D A G Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------verD A G I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella)D G DA DD G D I met a nice girl and she said I was her babyA D She let me go and would never tell me whyD G D I learned what it means to be somebody's babyA D They let you lie in your bed by yourself so you can cryD G D So let me say this, I never tried to hurt anybodyA D Though I guess there's a few that I still couldn't look in the eyeD G D Grant me one wish, I hope it rains at my funeralA D For once, I'd like to be the only one left dryG D D A G The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair grayD A G I've met some people that knew me and call me friendD G D A G Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------verD A G I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella)G I’d probably make um...G Same way I made um... againD Make um all again
I Hope It Rains At My Funeral
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