D  G   A  D  G   D

[Verse]

D
This guitar came from a timber, from the body of a tree
            G
Through the workshop of a luthier, now it's on loan to me
               A                                 D
And it's good company after dinner, and it fits my hands just fine
          G
But some day another singer with a pair of hands like mine
D
Will coax out songs much prettier still hiding in its strings
G
And sing stronger, braver words than I could ever sing
      A                               D
And folks are gonna love it, of this I'm almost sure
     G
So I'll take good care of it, cause I'm borrowing it from her


[Chorus]
D                       G
Pass it along, pass it along
D                                        A
May it land in careful hands when we're gone
D
You carry it for a moment
G                                 Bm
But time won't loan it to you for long
       A          G
You don't own it, pass it along

[Verse]
D
This here is my country, sometimes it's hard to recognize it
            G
But I count myself lucky, to have been born inside it
         A
And I'm grateful for the rights others struggled hard to win
          G
And you can be sure I'm gonna fight when they try to take 'em back again
D
Oh, and everywhere are teachers, though some fell along the way
G
The words they said still reach us, just like you're teaching me here today
      A                               D
And you may not speak it loud, but it's clear in what you do
     G
And I hope to make you proud, because I borrowed it from you

[Chorus]
D                       G
Pass it along, pass it along
D                                        A
May it land in careful hands when we're gone
D
You carry it for a moment
G                                 Bm
But time won't loan it to you for long
       A                  G
You don't own it, pass it along

[Verse]
D
Seems these days we're in a hurry, to grab up all that's left to use
        G
Putting patents on discovery, making seeds that don't reproduce
               A                                 D
If our vision is so narrow, seeing only bought and sold
          G
We'll end up like the pharaohs, buried with their gold
D
We've all pushed this thing along, we've all been guided by our fear
G
But the river sings a song we've gotta be quieter to hear
      A
It's in every child's face, new and hopeful as a stem
     G
Best be gentle with this place, cause we're borrowing it from them


[Outro]
D                       G
Pass it along, pass it along
D                                        A
May it land in careful hands when we're gone
D
You carry it for a moment
G                                 Bm
But time won't loan it to you for long
       A                  G
You don't own it, pass it along