Greg,
Here's another request I think.... transcribed by Roger Owens
>From the album "The Sweetest Gift" by Trisha Yearwood
It Wasn't His Child
by Skip Ewing
Open: G-D/F#-Em-D-C... C-D-G 2x
[G]He w[D/F#]as her man,[Em] she was [D]his wife a[C]nd late one winter night[D][G]
He kn[D/F#]elt by he[Em]r as she[D] gave birth[C]
But it wasn't his child[Asus-A], it wasn't his child[C-D-G]
Yet h[D/F#]e still [Em]took him as[D] his own[C], and as he watched him grow[D][G]
It b[D/F#]rought him jo[Em]y, he lo[D]ved that boy[C]
Asus-A C... D-Em
But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
[Bm] [C]
[Em] Chorus: But like a father he was strong and kind and good
[C]And I belie[G]ve he did his best[Dsus-][D]
[Em] It wasn't[Bm] easy for him, but he [C]did all he could[Em]
[C]His son was diffe[G]rent from the rest[D]
C Asus-A.. C-D-G
It wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And wh[D/F#]en the boy [Em]became [D]a man, he [C]took his father's hand[D][G]
[G]And so[D/F#]on the wo[Em]rld would all [D]know why[C]
It wasn't his chi[Asus-A]ld, it wasn't his child[C-D-Em]
[Bm] [C]
[Em] And like his Father, He was strong and kind and good
[C]And I belie[G]ve he did his best[Dsus-D]
[Em] It wasn't[Bm] easy for him, but he [C]did all he could[Em]
He grew up with his hands in [D]wood[C]
And he died[Em] with his hands[D] in wood[C]
He was God's child, H[Em-D]e was God's child[Asus-A]
[G] He w[D/F#]as her m[Em]an, she was [D]his wife a[C]nd late one winter night[D][G]
He kn[D/F#]elt by h[Em]er as sh[D]e gave birth[C]
But it wasn't his child,[Asus-A] it was God's child[C-D-G]
Here's another request I think.... transcribed by Roger Owens
>From the album "The Sweetest Gift" by Trisha Yearwood
It Wasn't His Child
by Skip Ewing
Open: G-D/F#-Em-D-C... C-D-G 2x
[G]He w[D/F#]as her man,[Em] she was [D]his wife a[C]nd late one winter night[D][G]
He kn[D/F#]elt by he[Em]r as she[D] gave birth[C]
But it wasn't his child[Asus-A], it wasn't his child[C-D-G]
Yet h[D/F#]e still [Em]took him as[D] his own[C], and as he watched him grow[D][G]
It b[D/F#]rought him jo[Em]y, he lo[D]ved that boy[C]
Asus-A C... D-Em
But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
[Bm] [C]
[Em] Chorus: But like a father he was strong and kind and good
[C]And I belie[G]ve he did his best[Dsus-][D]
[Em] It wasn't[Bm] easy for him, but he [C]did all he could[Em]
[C]His son was diffe[G]rent from the rest[D]
C Asus-A.. C-D-G
It wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
And wh[D/F#]en the boy [Em]became [D]a man, he [C]took his father's hand[D][G]
[G]And so[D/F#]on the wo[Em]rld would all [D]know why[C]
It wasn't his chi[Asus-A]ld, it wasn't his child[C-D-Em]
[Bm] [C]
[Em] And like his Father, He was strong and kind and good
[C]And I belie[G]ve he did his best[Dsus-D]
[Em] It wasn't[Bm] easy for him, but he [C]did all he could[Em]
He grew up with his hands in [D]wood[C]
And he died[Em] with his hands[D] in wood[C]
He was God's child, H[Em-D]e was God's child[Asus-A]
[G] He w[D/F#]as her m[Em]an, she was [D]his wife a[C]nd late one winter night[D][G]
He kn[D/F#]elt by h[Em]er as sh[D]e gave birth[C]
But it wasn't his child,[Asus-A] it was God's child[C-D-G]
