Abby Miller - God Ain’t Done With Me Yet

Capo: 3rd fret

CAPO: 3rd FRET

INTRO:
G D Em Cadd9

VERSE:
G D
It’s a smaller crowd than I thought it’d be
Em7 Cadd9 G D Em7 Cadd9
My daddy’s words are haunting me

G D
Saying it ain’t too late to get that degree
Em7 Cadd9 G D Em7 Cadd9
Maybe it’s time to give up on this dream.

G D
But it ain’t the years it’s the mileage
Em7 Cadd9
And it ain’t the tears it’s the tryin’

G D
He may be wrong, he may be right
Cadd9
I’ll never know unless I try

CHORUS:
Em Cadd9 G D
I still gotta lotta miles left to burn
Em Cadd9 G D
Baggage left to claim and pages to turn
Em7 Cadd9
Seeds to sow and roots to grow
G D Cadd9
I know the odds but I’ll take that bet

D G D Em Cadd9
‘Cause God ain’t done with me yet

VERSE:
G D
There’s a brown eyed boy out in the crowd
Em Cadd9 G D Em Cadd9
Thinks he is gonna tie me down

G D
Momma’s begging me to be his wife
Em Cadd9 G D Em Cadd9
Says that guitar won’t keep you warm at night

G D
But a diamond aint worth the heartache
Em Cadd9
But a dream ain’t the one I wanna chase

G D
She may be wrong, she may be right
Cadd9
But I ain’t goin’ out without a fight

CHORUS:
Em Cadd9 G D
I still gotta lotta miles left to burn
Em Cadd9 G D
Baggage left to claim and pages to turn
Em Cadd9
Mistakes to make and hearts to break
G D Cadd9
I know the odds but I’ll take that bet

D Em D Cadd9 Em D Cadd9
‘Cause God ain’t done with me ye-e-et

BREAK:
Am Cadd9
They tell me I’m driving down a dead end road
Am Cadd9 D
Ain’t to late to come back home

VERSE:
G D
But it ain’t the years it’s the mileage
Em Cadd9
It ain’t the tears it’s the tryin’

G D
I may be wrong, I may be right
Cadd9
I’ll never know unless I try

CHORUS:
Em Cadd9 G D
I still gotta lotta miles left to bur-urn
Em Cadd9 G D
Baggage left to claim and pages to turn
Em Cadd9
Seeds to sow and roots to grow
G D Cadd9
I know the odds but I’ll take that bet

D Em D Cadd9 Em D Cadd9
‘Cause God ain’t done with me ye-e-et

G D Em Cadd9
God ain’t done with me