Intro (x4): Bm A D G A

Verse 1:
     Bm            A               D
I’ve heard all the stories of you back in your prime
         G                            A
When you held all your pride in hands stained
    Bm          A         D
And you’d go to work for breadcrumbs and dirt
        G                              A
So your kids could stand tall in their names
    Bm           A              D
And you told me “Son there are things to be done
            G                       A
When you’re older and stronger like me”
        Bm           A             D
And you give all you have just to be a good dad
    G                            A
And die a thousand times just to please

Chorus:
G            A                              Bm                 A            D
Old man, the blood that you’ve bled and the mouths that you’ve fed at your door
G            A                                    Bm         A              D
Old man, the sweat that you’ve poured proves that they don’t make 'em like you no more
G            A                             Bm              A            D
Old man, the dinners you’ve missed so your daughters could eat at this table
G        A                         Bm                 A                D
Old man, I would give back all the things that you’ve lacked if I was able

Instrumental (x2): Bm A D G A

Verse 2:
     Bm           A               D
I’ve never seen a smile like you did out in Pineville
         G                                A
When the crowd screamed the words of your kid
Bm           A                 D
You told me "Boy, it’s been a long hard road
         G                           A
And this life that I’ve chose for my kin
    Bm          A              D
But I wish and I pray I could go back in time
           G                     A
So I could raise up this family again"

Chorus:
G            A                              Bm                 A            D
Old man, the blood that you’ve bled and the mouths that you’ve fed at your door
G                A                      Bm         A              D
Old man, I guess time goes to show that they don’t make 'em like you no more
G            A                             Bm              A            D
Old man, the dinners you’ve missed so your daughters could eat at this table
G        A                         Bm                 A                D
Old man, I would give back all the things that you’ve lacked if I was able

Instrumental (x2): Bm A D G A

Verse 3:
     Bm            A               D
I’ve heard all the stories of you back in your prime
        G                              A
How you held all your pride in hands stained
    Bm          A         D
And you’d go to work for breadcrumbs and dirt
        G                              A
So your kids could stand tall in their names

Outro (x4): Bm A D G A
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