Chords for David Allan Coe daddy was a god fearing man

[D] _ _ _ _ _ You know, when I was about eight years old,
_ _ I used to go with my [G] grandpa up to the town square.
_ He'd sit him [A] down up there on a picnic bench,
and he used to play checkers with [D] them other old men up there.
_ _ [Gm]
[D] And they used to tell stories about when they were kids.
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_ [A] _ _ _ [D] Grandpa says he shot the chief of police
[G] when _ _ he was nine years [A] old.
_ _ And I [C#] believe him, [D] _
_ because they tell me
that Hazard, Kentucky is the baddest place in the world.
[G] _ _ [A] Well, they say they used to sit out there on their [D] front porch
and shoot them revenuers [G] when they'd come down the hollow.
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Said they were so young, [D] took two of them boys
to hold a rifle and one to pull the trigger.
_ Well, Grandpa, he lied [G] a little bit.
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
But I'll tell you, _ _ [G] there's a lot of [A] stories _ [D] in Harlan County. _ _ _
[Gm] [A] Yeah, [D] folks in Harlan County, [G] Lord,
they knew that we [D] were poor.
They always called my daddy [A] preacher Dan.
_ [D] But daddy weren't no preacher, [G] leastways I don't [D] recollect.
Ever hear a papa [F#m] talk of nothing [D] but the land.
[G] And daddy [A] was a God [D]-fearing farmer, [G] yes he was.
[D] But now I'm reading it right, Lord,
he could barely [A] sign his name.
[G] Daddy [A] was a God [D]-fearing farmer [G] all his life.
[D] Someday [A] when I'm grown, I'll [D] be sane.
_ Well, he always grew tobacco, [G] though he did not [D] smoke himself.
He had the best tobacco [A] crop around.
_ [D] And he never touched a drop of [G] liquor that I [D] can recall.
Papa made his [A] living [D] on the ground.
_ Yes, son, to go to meet and [G] call for more
than he [D] could stand.
I guess he felt at home in his [A] old clothes.
_ [D] But he never missed a Sunday [G] taking mama [D] to the church.
Maybe it was habit, [A] Lord, but heaven [D] only knows.
[G] Daddy [A] was a God [D]-fearing farmer, yes [G] he was.
[D] But now I'm reading it right, Lord,
he could barely [A] sign his name.
[G] Daddy [A] was a God [D]-fearing farmer all [G] his life.
[D] Someday when [A] I'm grown, I'll [D] be sane.
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_ Yeah, folks in Harlan County, Lord,
[G] they knew that we [D] were poor.
They always called my daddy [A] preacher Dan. _
_ [D] But daddy weren't no preacher, he [G] sweet, I don't [D] recollect.
Ever hear grandpa [A] talk of nothing but [D] the land.
[G] Daddy [A] was a God [D]-fearing farmer all [G] his life.
[D] He could not read or write, Lord,
he could barely sign [A] his name.
[G] Daddy [A] was a God-fearing [D] farmer, yes [G] he was.
[D] Someday when [A] I'm grown, I'll be [D] sane. _
_ _ Someday when [A] I'm grown, I'll [D] be sane. _
_ _ Someday when [A] I'm grown, I'll [D] be sane.
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