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David Allan Coe - Daddy Was A God Fearin' Man (Chord)
Submitter: buffdixie (37) on 3/10/04 2 comments
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David Allan Coe - Daddy Was A God Fearin' Man

D G A D X7
You know when I was about eight years old, used to go with my grandpa up to
the town square, set him down up there on a picnic bench and he used to play
checkers with them other old men up there. They used to tell stories bout when they were kids. 
Grandpa says he shot the chief of police when he was nine years old. N' I believe him, 
cause they tell me that Hazard, Kentucky's the baldest place in the world. Why,
 they say they used to sit out there on their front porch, shoot then revenuers, 
when they'd come down the hollow. Said they was so young, 
took two o' them boys to hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger, hymn. Well, grandpa, 
he'd lie a little bit, but I'll tell you, there's a lot of stories in Harlan County.

      D                                G                 D
Yeah, folks in Harlan County Lord they knew that we were poor
                                     A
They always called my daddy preacher Dan
    D                                    G            D
But daddy weren't no preacher least ways I don't recollect
                           A               D
Never hear of papa talk of nothin' but the land.

Chorus:
    G           A           D             G
And Daddy Was A God Feariní farmer yes he was
D                                                       A
Could not read nor write Lord he could barley spell his name
G           A           D              G
Daddy Was A God Feariní farmer all his life
D                A                 D
Someday when Iím grown Iíll be the same.

        D                             G                D
Well he always grew tobacco though he did not smoke himself
                             A
He had the best tobacco crop around
       D               G                           D
And he never touched a drop of liquor that I can recall
              A             D
Papa made his livin' on the ground.

    D                               G                  D
Yes Sunday-go-to-meetin' called for more than he could stand
                                   A
I guess he felt at home in his old clothes
       D                            G            D
But he never missed a Sunday takiní momma to the church
                             A           D
Maybe it was habit, Lord but Heaven only knows.

Chorus:

D G D A D G D A D

      D                                  G                 D
Yeah, folks in Harlan County, Lord, they knew that we were poor
                                     A
They always called my daddy preacher Dan
    D                                     G            D
But daddy weren't no preacher, least ways I don't recollect
                              A               D  
Never hear of grandpa talk of nothin' but the land.

Chorus:

D                A                 D
Someday when Iím grown Iíll be the same
D                A                 D
Someday when Iím grown Iíll be the same.

?'s buffdixie at yahoo.com 
 Comments (click here to add a non-facebook comment)
It sounds really good! Thanks!
-Lionshorn | 12/3/2004
its holler...
-Brennen23 | 5/10/2008
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