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My Fathers Son

Höfundur lags: Ricky Skaggs og George Green Flytjandi: Ricky Skaggs Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]My history is no secret it's [C]written in the [D7]stones
In the [G]hill beside this river rests my [C]mother's gentle [G]bones
And daddy there beside her home [C]among his next of [D7]kin   
And their [G]legacy passed [C]down to me the son of mountain [G]men  

Raised to be a miner by a [C]miner's calloused [D7]hands
Passed my [G]youth between this mountains where I [C]grew to under[G]stand
That family was the word of God and [C]faith was its [D7]demand
And [G]life and death the same came from the [C]coal beneath this [G]land

Well a [D7]rich man writes the [G]book of laws a [D7]poor man must de[G]fend
But the [C]highest laws are [G]written on the hearts of honest [Em]men   
[G]If that cup is passed to me to [C]do what must be [D7]done   
When they [G]lay me down remind them I was [C]just my father's [G]son  

I've walked among these people heard the [C]stories that they [D7]tell   
I've [G]crawled beside them in the mines and [C]touched the walls of [G]hell
I've shared their sacred secrets known their [C]triumph and their [D7]pain   
And [G]right or wrong I'll stand with them on the [C]final judgment [G]day  

They say God gives us comfort when the [C]time of trouble [D7]comes
They [G]say we'll know no share of peace till [C]we lay down our [G]guns
But will my boy had the chance to do the [C]things I've never [D7]done   
Or will [G]he like me be told that he must [C]be his father's [G]son  

Well a [D7]rich man writes the [G]book of laws a [D7]poor man must de[G]fend
But the [C]highest laws are [G]written on the hearts of honest [Em]men   
[G]When that cup is passed to me to [C]do what must be [D7]done   
On a [G]chunk of coal just carve these words [C]I was just my father's [G]son  


My history is no secret it's written in the stones
In the hill beside this river rests my mother's gentle bones
And daddy there beside her home among his next of kin
And their legacy passed down to me the son of mountain men

Raised to be a miner by a miner's calloused hands
Passed my youth between this mountains where I grew to understand
That family was the word of God and faith was its demand
And life and death the same came from the coal beneath this land

Well a rich man writes the book of laws a poor man must defend
But the highest laws are written on the hearts of honest men
If that cup is passed to me to do what must be done
When they lay me down remind them I was just my father's son

I've walked among these people heard the stories that they tell
I've crawled beside them in the mines and touched the walls of hell
I've shared their sacred secrets known their triumph and their pain
And right or wrong I'll stand with them on the final judgment day

They say God gives us comfort when the time of trouble comes
They say we'll know no share of peace till we lay down our guns
But will my boy had the chance to do the things I've never done
Or will he like me be told that he must be his father's son

Well a rich man writes the book of laws a poor man must defend
But the highest laws are written on the hearts of honest men
When that cup is passed to me to do what must be done
On a chunk of coal just carve these words I was just my father's son

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