Intro G Verse 1G Am Granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man.C9 He came from a school where you didn't need nothin'G If you couldn't make it with your own two hands.G Am He was back woods, back wards, used words like: no sir, yesC9 G mam, by god, be darned and hell yeah I'm AmericanAm7 Em7 In all the years he walked this earth,Am7 Em7 I swear all he did was work.Am7 Em7 He said the devil dreams on that idle horseC So listen to me squirt. ChorusContinues after the adG Am7 C9 G Don't get too high on the bottle and get right w/ the manG Am7 Fight your fights, find your grace and all the things that you can't change.C9 G And help somebody if you can Verse2G Am Now Granny said son stick to your guns, if you believe in something no matter what.C9 Cause it's better to be hated for who you are,G Than be loved for who your not.G She was five feet of concrete,Am NY born and raised on slick city streetsC9 She'd cold stare you down, stand her groundG Still kickin' and screaming at 93.Am7 Em7 Am7 Em7 I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed.Am7 Em7 C Takin' her last few breaths of life, Smiling as she said... Chorus + And get right w/ the manG Am7 C9 GAm7 C9 G I never let a cowboy make the coffee,Am7 C9 G Yeah, that''s what Granny always said to my Granddad.Am7 C9 G He said never tell a joke that ain't that funny more thanAm7 C9 C once. If you want to hear God laugh tell him your plans. Chorus + And get right w/ the man G Am7 C9 G, G Am7 C9, G...fade Chords:
Help Somebody
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