Dwight Yoakam - Floyd County
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[D]INTR[G]O[D][G][D][A][D][A]
It's a [D]sad day in Floyd [G]County Mr. [D]Jones,[G]
Yeah the grief is [D]strong,
[A] For the man that's[D] gone.[A]
And at the [D]grave his woman [G]cries and she [D]moans,[G]
'Cause its a [D]sad day in Floyd [A]County, Mr. [D]Jones.
The six [C]children he [G]raised are all [D]weepin',
For this [C]soft-spoke[G]n mountain [D]man.
That [C]fed 'em with the [G]money he [D]earned in those black [G]mines,
And the [D]food he could [A]raise with his [D]hands.
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd [G]County Mr. [D]Jones,[G]
Yeah the grief is [D]strong,
[A] For the man that's[D] gone.[A]
And at the [D]grave his woman [G]cries and she [D]moans,[G]
'Cause its a [D]sad day in Floyd [A]County, Mr. [D]Jones.
Though the [C]world knew [G]nothing of his [D]wisdom,
Or the [C]honest and [G]simple things he [D]did.
There's some [C]folks [G]cryin' on this [D]hillside [G]today,
That [D]know about the [A]humble way he [D]lived.
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd [G]County Mr. [D]Jones,[G]
Yeah the grief is [D]strong,
[A] For the man that's[D] gone.[A]
And at the [D]grave his woman [G]cries and she [D]moans,[G]
'Cause its a [D]sad day in Floyd [A]County, Mr. [D]Jones.
[D]INST[G]RUME[D]NTAL[G][D][A][D]
Now this [C]house in the [G]holler stands [D]empty,
Though his [C]presence in my [G]memory is [D]plain.
You know I'd [C]swear that I just [G]saw him [D]walking up that [G]hill,
I guess this [D]place won't [G]never be the [D]same.
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd [G]County Mr. [D]Jones,[G]
Yeah the grief is [D]strong,
[A] For the man that's[D] gone.[A]
And at the [D]grave his woman [G]cries and she [D]moans,[G]
'Cause its a [D]sad day in Floyd [A]County, Mr. [D]Jones.
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[D]INTR[G]O[D][G][D][A][D][A]
It's a [D]sad day in Floyd [G]County Mr. [D]Jones,[G]
Yeah the grief is [D]strong,
[A] For the man that's[D] gone.[A]
And at the [D]grave his woman [G]cries and she [D]moans,[G]
'Cause its a [D]sad day in Floyd [A]County, Mr. [D]Jones.
The six [C]children he [G]raised are all [D]weepin',
For this [C]soft-spoke[G]n mountain [D]man.
That [C]fed 'em with the [G]money he [D]earned in those black [G]mines,
And the [D]food he could [A]raise with his [D]hands.
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd [G]County Mr. [D]Jones,[G]
Yeah the grief is [D]strong,
[A] For the man that's[D] gone.[A]
And at the [D]grave his woman [G]cries and she [D]moans,[G]
'Cause its a [D]sad day in Floyd [A]County, Mr. [D]Jones.
Though the [C]world knew [G]nothing of his [D]wisdom,
Or the [C]honest and [G]simple things he [D]did.
There's some [C]folks [G]cryin' on this [D]hillside [G]today,
That [D]know about the [A]humble way he [D]lived.
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd [G]County Mr. [D]Jones,[G]
Yeah the grief is [D]strong,
[A] For the man that's[D] gone.[A]
And at the [D]grave his woman [G]cries and she [D]moans,[G]
'Cause its a [D]sad day in Floyd [A]County, Mr. [D]Jones.
[D]INST[G]RUME[D]NTAL[G][D][A][D]
Now this [C]house in the [G]holler stands [D]empty,
Though his [C]presence in my [G]memory is [D]plain.
You know I'd [C]swear that I just [G]saw him [D]walking up that [G]hill,
I guess this [D]place won't [G]never be the [D]same.
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd [G]County Mr. [D]Jones,[G]
Yeah the grief is [D]strong,
[A] For the man that's[D] gone.[A]
And at the [D]grave his woman [G]cries and she [D]moans,[G]
'Cause its a [D]sad day in Floyd [A]County, Mr. [D]Jones.