Rodney Atkins - My old man
----Capo 1st fret)----
Intro - D - G - D - G
(verse 1)
[D]I got a p[D/F#]icture of him b[G]are foot in the [A]mud,
[D]Behind his g[D/F#]randpa's plow and t[G]wo gray m[A]ules,
[D]When he t[D/F#]urned ten years old in [G]May fifty th[A]ree,
[D]He grew up f[D/F#]earin God in Wa[G]shburn, Te[A]nnesee,
(bridge)
The cl[F#m]osest thing that he [Bm]had to a dad was his [D]uncle [A]Bob,
[F#m]And he could only d[Bm]ream of things like l[G]ittle league bas[F#]eball,
That lit[G]tle boy with b[A]ig blue eyes and ca[F#m]llused h[Bm]ands,
mm bec[A]ame My Old [D]Man[-],[G][-][D][-][G]
(verse 2)
[D]She was a K[D/F#]entucky girl born on Vale[G]ntine's d[A]ay,
[D]A fourth c[D/F#]hild of five to my g[G]randma Uma M[A]ay,
[D]So shy and be[D/F#]autiful with sunset h[G]air and emerald e[A]yes,
[D]Daddy sp[D/F#]ent his life wor[G]kin in the coal mi[A]nes,
(bridge)
[F#m]And in my eyes, all [Bm]of my life, my d[D]ad's been a [A]saint,
[F#m]But even sa[Bm]ints need angels to s[G]how them the [F#]way,
And over th[G]irty-seven y[A]ears ago he asked for M[F#m]argaret Lynn's h[Bm]and,
And that a[G]ngel married [A]My Old [D]Man,
(bridge)
There were ti[F]mes I [Am]tried to buck the t[G]ruthful things they said,
[F]Now I'm glad that m[Am]ore than once they r[G]attled my stubborn head,
Bm E A C#m F#m - E---walk down
Cause my folks are just like mountains I look at from afar,
But now the cl[G]oser I [Bm]get to them the b[G]igger they [A]are,
(ending verse)
[F#m]Time seens to f[Bm]ly anymore and the ho[G]lidays are so far a[A]part,
[F#m]There's no way a p[Bm]hone call could e[G]xpress what's in my [F#]heart,
[G]So this is just a s[A]ong to say How t[F#m]hankful I [Bm]am,
For mo[G]mma and [A]My Old [Bm]Man[A], for m[G]omma[A] and d[D]ad[-],[G][-][D][-][G]
----Capo 1st fret)----
Intro - D - G - D - G
(verse 1)
[D]I got a p[D/F#]icture of him b[G]are foot in the [A]mud,
[D]Behind his g[D/F#]randpa's plow and t[G]wo gray m[A]ules,
[D]When he t[D/F#]urned ten years old in [G]May fifty th[A]ree,
[D]He grew up f[D/F#]earin God in Wa[G]shburn, Te[A]nnesee,
(bridge)
The cl[F#m]osest thing that he [Bm]had to a dad was his [D]uncle [A]Bob,
[F#m]And he could only d[Bm]ream of things like l[G]ittle league bas[F#]eball,
That lit[G]tle boy with b[A]ig blue eyes and ca[F#m]llused h[Bm]ands,
mm bec[A]ame My Old [D]Man[-],[G][-][D][-][G]
(verse 2)
[D]She was a K[D/F#]entucky girl born on Vale[G]ntine's d[A]ay,
[D]A fourth c[D/F#]hild of five to my g[G]randma Uma M[A]ay,
[D]So shy and be[D/F#]autiful with sunset h[G]air and emerald e[A]yes,
[D]Daddy sp[D/F#]ent his life wor[G]kin in the coal mi[A]nes,
(bridge)
[F#m]And in my eyes, all [Bm]of my life, my d[D]ad's been a [A]saint,
[F#m]But even sa[Bm]ints need angels to s[G]how them the [F#]way,
And over th[G]irty-seven y[A]ears ago he asked for M[F#m]argaret Lynn's h[Bm]and,
And that a[G]ngel married [A]My Old [D]Man,
(bridge)
There were ti[F]mes I [Am]tried to buck the t[G]ruthful things they said,
[F]Now I'm glad that m[Am]ore than once they r[G]attled my stubborn head,
Bm E A C#m F#m - E---walk down
Cause my folks are just like mountains I look at from afar,
But now the cl[G]oser I [Bm]get to them the b[G]igger they [A]are,
(ending verse)
[F#m]Time seens to f[Bm]ly anymore and the ho[G]lidays are so far a[A]part,
[F#m]There's no way a p[Bm]hone call could e[G]xpress what's in my [F#]heart,
[G]So this is just a s[A]ong to say How t[F#m]hankful I [Bm]am,
For mo[G]mma and [A]My Old [Bm]Man[A], for m[G]omma[A] and d[D]ad[-],[G][-][D][-][G]
