Adam Whitehead - A Life Worth Lived

Capo: 1st fret

G
Them hands had been paid.
Cadd9
That back had seen weight.
G Em Cadd9
That XLT with no AC got him from A to B.

G
That upbring was hard.
Cadd9
Lower class don’t make it that far.
G Em Cadd9
But everything he done was never half assed and 100 of heart.

G Cadd9 Em D
Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind.
G Cadd9 Em
He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine.
G Cadd9 Em D
Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night.
G Cadd9 Em
He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between.
G Cadd9 Em G Cadd9
Second generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right
D (Single strum)
and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived.

G
Those strings had been frayed
Cadd9
On that Gibson he played.
G Em Cadd9
Traded a bar room stool for an old oak pew and Pentecostal stage.

G
He said ‘fore too long.
Cadd9
I think imma be gone
G Em Cadd9
Before they put me in the ground write me a country song.

G Cadd9 Em D
Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind.
G Cadd9 Em
He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine.
G Cadd9 Em D
Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night.
G Cadd9 Em
He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between.
G Cadd9 Em G Cadd9
Third generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right
D (Single strum)
and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived.

D
The Cubs game just ain’t the same.
Em
Harp turned 6 just the other day.
Cadd9 Em D
I keep livin my Life like things are fine, but what I wouldn’t give
Cadd9 D (Single strum)
To watch M*A*S*H with ya one more time.

(We’d talk about)

G Cadd9 Em D
Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind.
G Cadd9 Em
He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine.
G Cadd9 Em D
Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night.
G Cadd9 Em
He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between.
G Cadd9 Em G Cadd9
Third generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right
D (Single strum)
and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived.