Pinstripe Suit

G  Em E  D  G  C  G

[Verse]
  G                            C  
I went down the road to see my old
           G
 man this morning
    C               G
Sat down beside his bed
                      C        
He woke up and said, "Son, good 
 G
morning"
        C                 G
I put a pillow behind his head
                C              
We talked about him and all his 
 Em
friends
                C                  
We talked about now and what he did
      Em
 back then
                C              
We talked about life, we talked 
       Em
about death
        C                         
Then he grabbed me by the arm and 
D
said

[Chorus]
            G              C     
"Son, don't bury me in no pinstriped
G
 suit
G                 C       G
On my feet put my working boots
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      Em      D             G
On my back a blue collared shirt
        C      G             
An old pair of coveralls and a 
   C         G
fistful of dirt
                  D             C 
Son, all I ask of you, is don't 
            D           G         
bury me in no pinstriped suit"
C    G


[Verse]
 G                     C          
Born and raised on the hard side 
           G
of a steel town
G                       C        
With burning fires and mountains 
         G
of black coal
                   C        G
All alone is where he lives now
G                        C       
With calloused hands and a broken
          G
 heart of gold
G                     C          
He still talks about time that he
        Em
 never spent
                  C              
And all the angry words he wished 
             Em
he'd never said
                    C              
And all the little things in life 
   Em
he regrets
          C                     
He still grabs me by the arm and 
  D
says

[Chorus]
            G              C      
"Son, don't bury me in no 
   G
pinstriped suit
                   C      G
On my feet put my working boots
       Em    D              G
On my back a blue collared shirt
G                            
An old pair of coveralls and a 
  C          G
fistful of dirt
G                     D          
And son, all I ask of you, is 
   C              D          G
don't bury me in no pinstriped suit"

 [Break]

G   C   G             Em  D  G

[Chorus]

G                 D
Son, all I ask of you
      C             D          G
Don't bury me in no pinstriped suit