Intro:
Am  F  C  G x2 (Play around with the strumming, there's a good bit of hammering on, esp. around the Cs)


Verse 1:
               Am        F            C                  G  
You know all them sweaty boys hanging out at the copper mines
                 Am                   F                   C                  G 
You watched them growing up under the bridge on the river shoals off Georgia 9 
             Am              F               C                    G
They used to lay their sweet bodies out just waiting on a fishing line
               Am             F                   C              G
Just like your daddy did when he was a kid in the wilds of Florida
                  Am   F                    C            G
But your daddy's gone and those boys jacked up got rough moved on 
                            
Am   F    C  G


Verse 2:
              Am        F            C                  G
You find your own self hiding in the stories of drunken men 
           Am                   F                   C             G
With their kids in tow from the picture show riding over mountain bends
            Am                 F                 C                   G
And you can feel their fingers crossing when the black ice of winter comes
               Am                 F             C                  G
But they'll be fishtailing in the dark from the time that they are born


Chorus:
F                  C                   Am                 G
Hey, you know your daddy's gone, those boys you loved got rough with the girls and 
      F
moved on
                C                  Am           G        F               C
Still you gotta find some goodness somewhere somehow, so hug the corners take the 
          Am              G             F        G                        Am   F C  G
straights from the cradle to the grave oh we all give what, yeah, what we got


Verse 3:    
       Am               F               C                     G  
In the winter you'll go south and fall asleep in the late day sun
        Am                  F                            C                    G  
Holding still to catch the last of the warmth before the storm clouds roll on in
    Am                 F                    C              G  
At night you watch the kids riding in their hoodies in the rain 
        Am              F                    C               G  
Heading up to St. Johns causeway bridge fishtailing all the way
  

Chorus:             
F                  C                   Am                 G
Hey, you know your daddy's gone, those boys you loved got rough with the girls and 
      F
moved on
                C                  Am           G        F               C
Still you gotta find some goodness somewhere somehow, so hug the corners take the 
          Am              G             F        G                        Am   F C  G
straights from the cradle to the grave oh we all give what, yeah, what we got