Capo up if you like.
C x32010
F x3321x
[C]Like a battle worn [AM]shoulder, its [F]faithfully [G]stood
A [C]modest cr[AM]eation, built [F]mostly of [G]wood
But [C]time and n[AM]eglect, they've [F]taken their [G]toll
And now [F]grandpa's [G]barn, stands [F]forgotten and [C]old.
[C]The roof has turned [AM]brown, from the [F]rust on the [G]tin
Any [C]day now the [AM]whole thing, could come [F]tumbling [G]in
The [C]hinges have [AM]rusted, on the [F]big oaken [G]doors
And [F]johnson grass grows [G]through, the [F]cracks in the [C]boards.
[C]In the mainger hangs [AM]single trees, [F]harness and [G]such
Where he [C]left them there [AM]covered, with [F]cobwebs and [G]dust
There's his [C]old slick fork [AM]saddle, he was [F]once a [G]cowboy
It's a [F]shame what the [G]years and the [F]mice will des[C]troy.
[C]There's a chill in the [AM]loft now, its [F]silent and [G]stale
Where [C]grand children [AM]play, in [F]sweet clover [G]bails
Where [C]raindrops were [AM]lullabies, on [F]dark stormy [G]days
For [F]little girls and [G]kittens, a[F]sleep in the [C]hay.
[C]I remember the [AM]sound, of an [F]old man's [G]laughter
But [C]now all I [AM]hear, is the [F]wind in the [G]rafters
And it [C]speaks of a [AM]sadness, that [F]times passing [G]brings
And makes [F]faded old [G]memories and [F]tobacco juice [C]stains.
[C]But old barns they [AM]vanish, like [F]castles of [G]sand
Their [C]glory fades [AM]quickly, like [F]youth from a [G]man
For a [C]season they'll [AM]bloom, shinning [F]fruits of his [G]toll
Then in [F]times deadly [G]grip, they crumble [F]back into [C]soil.
[C]Abandoned it [AM]stands, like [F]ancient grey [G]ghost
[C]Surrounded by [AM]weeds and [F]rotten fence [G]posts
Its a [C]bitter sweet [AM]relic, of an [F]old man and his [G]farm
I close the [F]gate for the [G]last time, as I [F]leave grandpa's
[C]barn.
C x32010
F x3321x
[C]Like a battle worn [AM]shoulder, its [F]faithfully [G]stood
A [C]modest cr[AM]eation, built [F]mostly of [G]wood
But [C]time and n[AM]eglect, they've [F]taken their [G]toll
And now [F]grandpa's [G]barn, stands [F]forgotten and [C]old.
[C]The roof has turned [AM]brown, from the [F]rust on the [G]tin
Any [C]day now the [AM]whole thing, could come [F]tumbling [G]in
The [C]hinges have [AM]rusted, on the [F]big oaken [G]doors
And [F]johnson grass grows [G]through, the [F]cracks in the [C]boards.
[C]In the mainger hangs [AM]single trees, [F]harness and [G]such
Where he [C]left them there [AM]covered, with [F]cobwebs and [G]dust
There's his [C]old slick fork [AM]saddle, he was [F]once a [G]cowboy
It's a [F]shame what the [G]years and the [F]mice will des[C]troy.
[C]There's a chill in the [AM]loft now, its [F]silent and [G]stale
Where [C]grand children [AM]play, in [F]sweet clover [G]bails
Where [C]raindrops were [AM]lullabies, on [F]dark stormy [G]days
For [F]little girls and [G]kittens, a[F]sleep in the [C]hay.
[C]I remember the [AM]sound, of an [F]old man's [G]laughter
But [C]now all I [AM]hear, is the [F]wind in the [G]rafters
And it [C]speaks of a [AM]sadness, that [F]times passing [G]brings
And makes [F]faded old [G]memories and [F]tobacco juice [C]stains.
[C]But old barns they [AM]vanish, like [F]castles of [G]sand
Their [C]glory fades [AM]quickly, like [F]youth from a [G]man
For a [C]season they'll [AM]bloom, shinning [F]fruits of his [G]toll
Then in [F]times deadly [G]grip, they crumble [F]back into [C]soil.
[C]Abandoned it [AM]stands, like [F]ancient grey [G]ghost
[C]Surrounded by [AM]weeds and [F]rotten fence [G]posts
Its a [C]bitter sweet [AM]relic, of an [F]old man and his [G]farm
I close the [F]gate for the [G]last time, as I [F]leave grandpa's
[C]barn.
