The Grandpa That I Know

A D A E A X2

A                    D       A
Brand new shoes they hurt my feet
                E       A
This necktie is chokin' me
               D      A
Cuttin' off my air supply
               E       A
When I hang my head to cry
               E        A
When I hang my head and cry.

A              D       A
I see tears on daddy's face
                   E       A
Someone's hummin', Amazin' Grace
                   D         A
Rain beats on this graveside tent
                   E     A
Preacher swears he did repent
                   E     A    Ab
Preacher swears he did repent.

Chorus:
        E              A
They've got him layin' there in pinstripes
D                  A       E
How'd they get him in that suit
  D                   A
I guess the Lord with recognize him
                E        A
Without his overalls and mules
E               A
They all say he looks so natural
D              A         E
All I see is a cold dark hole
  D                 A
I won't commit this day to memory
                       E      A
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know
                       E      A
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know.

B E B F#m B X2

        B                E          B
Ya know no tractor never pulled his plow
                          F#m        B
He walked and cussed, and loved that ground
                     E      B
His hands sowed each single seed
                         F#m       B
Then prayed for rain and fight the weeds
                    F#m       B
Prayed for rain and fight the weeds.

            B            E        B
He said the simple life, suits me fine
                         F#m    B
Never dreamed beyond the county line
                E       B
Grandma was his boyhood bride
                     F#m    B
He'll be back in her arms tonight
                         F#m    B     Bb
He'll sleep there in her arms tonight.

Chorus2:
        F#m            B
They've got him layin' there in pinstripes
E                  B       F#m
How'd they get him in that suit
  E                   B
I guess the Lord with recognize him
                F#m      B
Without his overalls and mules
F#m             B
They all say he looks so natural
E              B         F#m
All I see is a cold dark hole
  E                 B
I won't commit this day to memory
                       F#m    B
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know.

     F#m             B
They played a pretty organ number
E                B        F#m
Swore it was his favorite tune
E              B
I know he'd prefer a fiddle
              F#m     B
Playin' Carol Country Blues.


F#m             B
They all say he looks so natural
E              B         F#m
All I see is a cold dark hole
  E                 B
I won't commit this day to memory
                       F#m    B
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know
                       F#m    B
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know.

B E B F#m B X8