Chords for People Like Me
Tempo:
83.9 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
Am
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I clean up pretty good on [G] Sunday mornings.
[C] [D] I look like someone who [G] belongs in church.
But I know both me and him know [C] I'm not perfect.
[D] Yeah, this old boy could use a [G] lot of work.
But ain't it good God loves people [C] like me?
The [D] state coming every day, run up the mill, ordinary soul.
A little grease on my jeans [C] and dirt on my boots.
load of blues.
[C] [D] I look like someone who [G] belongs in church.
But I know both me and him know [C] I'm not perfect.
[D] Yeah, this old boy could use a [G] lot of work.
But ain't it good God loves people [C] like me?
The [D] state coming every day, run up the mill, ordinary soul.
A little grease on my jeans [C] and dirt on my boots.
load of blues.
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D
G
C
Am
A
D
G
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
I clean up pretty good on [G] Sunday mornings.
[C] _ [D] I look like someone who [G] belongs in church.
_ But I know both me and him know [C] I'm not perfect.
_ [D] Yeah, this old boy could use a [G] lot of work.
But ain't it good God loves people [C] like me?
The [D] state coming every day, run up the mill, ordinary soul.
Falling short of what he [G] ought to be. _
A little grease on my jeans [C] and dirt on my boots.
[A] I truck a [A] load of dials on [D] Sunday, load a load of blues.
And when [G] I look into the mirror, I'm just glad
he sees me more than [C] I can see. _ _ _ _
Ain't [Am] it good God loves people?
[D] God loves people [G] like me. _ _ _ _
_ It's true I'm a little rough around [C] the edges.
_ [D] I've said some things I wish I could [G] take back.
And I've been known to tiptoe right [C] on edges.
[D] I've done things I wish I hadn't, [G] that's a fact.
But ain't it good God loves people [C] like me?
The [D] state coming every day, run up the mill, ordinary soul.
Falling short of what he [G] ought to be. _
A little grease on my jeans [C] and dirt on my boots.
[E] I truck a [A] load of dials on [D] Sunday, load a load of blues.
And when [G] I look into the mirror, I'm just glad he sees me more than I [C] can see. _ _ _ _
Yeah, ain't [Am] it good that God loves people?
[D] God loves people [G] like me.
Sometimes _ _
_ _ [Am] I think I'm wearing out [C] his mercy.
_ [Am] Leaning on his grace to [C] extreme.
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ Ain't [G] it good God loves people [C] like me?
The state [D] coming every day, run up the mill, ordinary soul.
Falling short of what he ought [G] to be.
A little grease on my jeans [C] and dirt on my boots.
[A] I truck a load of dials on [D] Sunday, load a load of blues.
[G] And I just wish I had the face sometimes of some of the other folks [C] I see.
_ _ _ _ Ain't [Am] it good God loves people?
[D] God loves people [G] like me.
_ _ _ _ Ain't [Am] it good God loves people?
[D] _ _ Yeah, ain't [Am] it good that God loves people?
[D] _ _ Ain't [Am] it good that God loves people?
[D] God loves people [G] like me. _ _ _ _ _ _
I clean up pretty good on [G] Sunday mornings.
[C] _ [D] I look like someone who [G] belongs in church.
_ But I know both me and him know [C] I'm not perfect.
_ [D] Yeah, this old boy could use a [G] lot of work.
But ain't it good God loves people [C] like me?
The [D] state coming every day, run up the mill, ordinary soul.
Falling short of what he [G] ought to be. _
A little grease on my jeans [C] and dirt on my boots.
[A] I truck a [A] load of dials on [D] Sunday, load a load of blues.
And when [G] I look into the mirror, I'm just glad
he sees me more than [C] I can see. _ _ _ _
Ain't [Am] it good God loves people?
[D] God loves people [G] like me. _ _ _ _
_ It's true I'm a little rough around [C] the edges.
_ [D] I've said some things I wish I could [G] take back.
And I've been known to tiptoe right [C] on edges.
[D] I've done things I wish I hadn't, [G] that's a fact.
But ain't it good God loves people [C] like me?
The [D] state coming every day, run up the mill, ordinary soul.
Falling short of what he [G] ought to be. _
A little grease on my jeans [C] and dirt on my boots.
[E] I truck a [A] load of dials on [D] Sunday, load a load of blues.
And when [G] I look into the mirror, I'm just glad he sees me more than I [C] can see. _ _ _ _
Yeah, ain't [Am] it good that God loves people?
[D] God loves people [G] like me.
Sometimes _ _
_ _ [Am] I think I'm wearing out [C] his mercy.
_ [Am] Leaning on his grace to [C] extreme.
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ Ain't [G] it good God loves people [C] like me?
The state [D] coming every day, run up the mill, ordinary soul.
Falling short of what he ought [G] to be.
A little grease on my jeans [C] and dirt on my boots.
[A] I truck a load of dials on [D] Sunday, load a load of blues.
[G] And I just wish I had the face sometimes of some of the other folks [C] I see.
_ _ _ _ Ain't [Am] it good God loves people?
[D] God loves people [G] like me.
_ _ _ _ Ain't [Am] it good God loves people?
[D] _ _ Yeah, ain't [Am] it good that God loves people?
[D] _ _ Ain't [Am] it good that God loves people?
[D] God loves people [G] like me. _ _ _ _ _ _