Jason Isbell – God Is A Working Man (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
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I need a whole new set of problems

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Said the preacher to the thief

          D
I've seen nothing here but miracles

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And it's shaking my belief

       D
And if everything's a miracle

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The saints are just a mob

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And the man who works the wonders is just trying to do his job
[Chorus 1]
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Hail to the working man, my son

         D
Up there trying to get it done

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When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun

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Hail to the working man, my friend

         D
He won't clock out til the end

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When every saint and sinner's race is run
[Verse 2]
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My grandpa was a preacher

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The Pentecostal kind

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And they take the lord so seriously you'd think they'd lost their minds

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They pray out loud, speak in tongues

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And some might take up snakes

       D
But my grandpa was a working man

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And he never took a break
[Chorus 2]
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Hail to the working man like pop

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Never saw him drink a drop

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He knew what I was up to, but he didn't call the cops

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Hail to the working man on high

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Give us plenty fish to fry

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He might judge you but he'll never make you stop
[Solo] (play verse chords) D G D E A D G D A D [Verse 3]
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Well I've stood on every corner

         G
Said the thief for his reply

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And I've never seen a miracle

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Not one I've recognized

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But way up in the northland

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Where the weather goes berserk

        D
And the sun stays up til midnight, boy

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There's plenty time to work
[Chorus 1]
            G
Hail to the working man, my son

         D
Up there trying to get it done

     A                           D                D7     
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun

           G
Hail to the working man, my friend

         D
He won't clock out till the end

     D               A            G        D
When every saint and sinners race is run

     D               A            G        D
When every saint and sinners race is run