This Old Grey Coat
Trace Adkins
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G Well they gave me this old coatC G Said it will keep you might warmC G It will see you through the winterA D It?s your by God uniformG So I wear it everydayC G And I sleep in it at nightC G Now it?s twenty shade of greyA D And the waist has shrunk too tightB Em And the bottoms caked and muddyB Em And the buttons are half goneA B C But just like you and meC#m D This Old Grey Coat wears on. Chorus:G B And when I die in this grey coatEm A I?m gonna march though Heaven?s doorB I?m gonna walk up to Saint PeterC D And tell him, send me back for moreG B Cause I?ll be damn if I?ll just sit aroundEm A Why you boys win the warG B Em Cause even, when I?m deadG B Em Shot full of, Yankee?s lead A B C C#m D (Stop) And every part of me keeps hangin? by a threadG C G C Of This Old Grey Coat.Continúa después del anuncioG When I think of all the placesC G This old coat and me have beenC G Through the fat and lean and in betweenA D In the weak through thick and thinG From the ballrooms down in RichmondC G To the top of Mary?s HeightC G From Manasas to The WildernessA D And a hundred other fightsB Em Now the collars torn and tatteredB Em And the elbow?s wore clean throughA B C But put me in a pinchC#m D This Old Grey Coat will do.G B And when I die in this grey coatEm A And when they come to bury meB They commenced a speak of fightin?C D And singin?, Mirror Lord ThievesG Well be damn sure I ain?t justB sleepin?Em A Cause I flat out guaranteeG B Em That even, when I?m deadG B Em Shot full of, Yankee?s lead A B C C#m D (Stop) That the toughest part of lives on in every shredG C G C Of This Old Grey Coat.G B Em Well you can, cut my throatG B Em You can, sink my boatA B C But you can never stop This OldC#m D Grey Coat.G B Em When my bones do tollG B Em When that?s, all she wroteA B C I?ll fight on inside This OldC#m D Grey Coat. Chorus2:G B And when I die in this grey coatEm A I?m gonna march though Heaven?s doorB I?m gonna walk up to Saint PeterC D And tell him, send me back for moreG B Cause I?ll be damn if I?ll just sit aroundEm A Why you boys win the warG B Em Cause even, when I?m deadG B Em Shot full of, Yankee?s lead A B C C#m D (Stop) There ain?t nothin? that I?d rather wear insteadG C Than This Old Grey Coat.G C This Old Grey CoatG C I?ll go downG C In This Old Grey CoatG F C G This Old Grey Coat.