David Allan Coe – Daddy Was A God Fearin Man (Guitar)
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[Intro]
D D D G You know when I was about eight years old, used to go with my grandpa up to G A A the town square, set him down up there on a picnic bench and he used to play D D D D G A checkers with them other old men up there. They used to tell stories bout when they were kids. D D G G A A D Grandpa says he shot the chief of police, when he was nine years old. N' I believe him, D D D G A cause they tell me that Hazard, Kentucky's the baldest place in the world. Why, D D they say they used to sit out there on their front porch, shoot then revenuers, G G A A when they'd come down the hollow. Said they was so young, D D D D took two o' them boys to hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger, hymn. Well, grandpa, G A D D G A D he'd lie a little bit, but I'll tell you, there's a lot of stories in Harlan County.
[Verse 1]
D G D Yeah, folks in Harlan County Lord they knew that we were poor A They always called my daddy preacher Dan D G D But daddy weren't no preacher least ways I don't recollect A D Never hear of papa talk of nothin' but the land.
[Chorus 1]
G A D G And Daddy Was A God Fearin' farmer yes he was D A Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name G A D G Daddy Was A God Fearin' farmer all his life D A D Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same.
[Verse 2]
D G D Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself A He had the best tobacco crop around D G D And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall A D Papa made his livin' on the ground.
[Verse 3]
D G D Yes Sunday-go-to-meetin' called for more than he could stand A I guess he felt at home in his old clothes D G D But he never missed a Sunday takin' momma to the church A D Maybe it was habit, Lord but Heaven only knows.
[Chorus 2]
G A D G And Daddy Was A God Fearin' farmer yes he was D A Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name G A D G Daddy Was A God Fearin' farmer all his life D A D Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same.
[Solo]
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[Verse 4]
D G D Yeah, folks in Harlan County, Lord, they knew that we were poor A They always called my daddy preacher Dan D G D But daddy weren't no preacher, least ways I don't recollect A D Never hear of grandpa talk of nothin' but the land.
[Chorus 3]
G A D G And Daddy Was A God Fearin' farmer all his life D A Could not read nor write Lord he could barely sign his name G A D G Daddy Was A God Fearin' farmer yes he was D A D D Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same. D A D D Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same D A D D A D Someday when I'm grown I'll be the same.