Chord A Life Worth Lived by Adam Whitehead

Capo: 1st fret G Them hands had been paid. Cadd9 That back had seen weight. G Em Cadd9 That XLT with no AC got him from A to B. G That upbring was hard. Cadd9 Lower class don’t make it that far. G Em Cadd9 But everything he done was never half assed and 100 of heart. G Cadd9 Em D Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind. G Cadd9 Em He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine. G Cadd9 Em D Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night. G Cadd9 Em He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between. G Cadd9 Em G Cadd9 Second generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right D Single strum and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived. G Those strings had been frayed Cadd9 On that Gibson he played. G Em Cadd9 Traded a bar room stool for an old oak pew and Pentecostal stage. G He said ‘fore too long. Cadd9 I think imma be gone G Em Cadd9 Before they put me in the ground write me a country song. G Cadd9 Em D Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind. G Cadd9 Em He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine. G Cadd9 Em D Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night. G Cadd9 Em He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between. G Cadd9 Em G Cadd9 Third generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right D Single strum and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived. D The Cubs game just ain’t the same. Em Harp turned 6 just the other day. Cadd9 Em D I keep livin my Life like things are fine, but what I wouldn’t give Cadd9 D Single strum To watch M*A*S*H with ya one more time. We’d talk about G Cadd9 Em D Between Monday Sunday hittin that grind. G Cadd9 Em He’d be pickin that Gibson til the sun sets at nine. G Cadd9 Em D Be all the same ol boy on Sunday as Friday night. G Cadd9 Em He was a John Deer, Hamms Beer, scotch in between. G Cadd9 Em G Cadd9 Third generation, one tuff SOB. To fight for what was right D Single strum and give it hell to the end. For a life worth lived.