My Fathers Old Guitar Cifras

[Intro]
 
G   Am    D    G
 
[Verse 1]
 
     G                             C                G
My Father was a southern boy who hailed for dixie land
    G                          A                D
He grew up picking cotton and eating grits and yams
            C                           Bm             Em
though he left old mississippi his heart never wandered far
Am                      D                     G
I could always tell it when he played his old guitar
 
[Chorus]
 
     C                       G
My father's old guitar was scratched and mighty old,
       C                                      B7               Em
but when he touched those golden strings that music touched my soul
     C                       Bm                 Em
We sang the songs of zion, of Heaven's glories grand,
    Am             A                 D             G
and now my daddy's singin' over in heaven's glory land.
 
[Verse 2]
 
     G                             C                G
My dad was get his old guiater and start to strum a song
    G                          A                D
then we would gather round him for a family sing a long
        C                                 Bm             Em
I watched him strum each simple chord i listened to him play
      Am                                 D                 G
Just hoping that my dad would start i'd play like him some day
 
[Verse 3]
 
     G                                C                   G
My dad was like that old guitar, he filled our lives with song
    G                  Em               A                D
He lived to praise his Saviour, and we followed right along.
        C                          Bm                   Em
The music of his simple life was clear and true and sweet,
Am                                         D                G
His chords of love and notes of praise are ringing still in me.
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