Some day when it`s all over,
And they c[G]ome to carry [D]me.
And you`re w[Bm]alkin` slow and wearin' black
With the r[Em]est of the famil[A]y.
[D]And the choir stands to sing a song,
Make s[G]ure it`s one of m[D]ine.
I had a f[Bm]ew more tunes
I wanted to write,
But [Em]I ran out of t[D]ime.
S[D]ome I wrote for money, S[G]ome I wrote for fun.
S[D]ome I wrote and t[Bm]hrew away, never s[Em]ang to any o[A]ne.
O[D]ne I wrote for mama and a c[G]ouple still aren`t through.
I[D]`ve lost track of [Bm]all the rest, but the m[Em]ost I wrote for y[D]ou.
That d[D]ay when it`s all over,
And you`re s[G]ittin` all alo[D]ne.
They'll ca[Bm]ll ask what you want.
to have w[Em]ritten on my s[A]tone.
T[D]ell them when I was born and died,
The y[G]ear and the d[D]ay,
and [Bm]If there`s room for something more,
H[Em]ere`s what you can s[D]ay.
S[D]ome he wrote for money, [G]Some he wrote for fun.
S[D]ome he wrote and [Bm]threw away, never [Em]sang to any [A]one.
O[D]ne he wrote for his mama and never f[G]inished two or three
H[D]e lost track of [Bm]all the rest, but the m[Em]ost he wrote for [D]me
(Thanks to Ronald D Harper for tabs)
And they c[G]ome to carry [D]me.
And you`re w[Bm]alkin` slow and wearin' black
With the r[Em]est of the famil[A]y.
[D]And the choir stands to sing a song,
Make s[G]ure it`s one of m[D]ine.
I had a f[Bm]ew more tunes
I wanted to write,
But [Em]I ran out of t[D]ime.
S[D]ome I wrote for money, S[G]ome I wrote for fun.
S[D]ome I wrote and t[Bm]hrew away, never s[Em]ang to any o[A]ne.
O[D]ne I wrote for mama and a c[G]ouple still aren`t through.
I[D]`ve lost track of [Bm]all the rest, but the m[Em]ost I wrote for y[D]ou.
That d[D]ay when it`s all over,
And you`re s[G]ittin` all alo[D]ne.
They'll ca[Bm]ll ask what you want.
to have w[Em]ritten on my s[A]tone.
T[D]ell them when I was born and died,
The y[G]ear and the d[D]ay,
and [Bm]If there`s room for something more,
H[Em]ere`s what you can s[D]ay.
S[D]ome he wrote for money, [G]Some he wrote for fun.
S[D]ome he wrote and [Bm]threw away, never [Em]sang to any [A]one.
O[D]ne he wrote for his mama and never f[G]inished two or three
H[D]e lost track of [Bm]all the rest, but the m[Em]ost he wrote for [D]me
(Thanks to Ronald D Harper for tabs)