Casey Johnson Added by Casey Johnson
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[Intro]
| C G | Em7 D/F# | C G | Em7 D/F# |
[Verse 1]
C G Em7 D/F#
The kids are in town for a funeral
C G
So pack the car and dry your eyes
Em7 D/F#
C G Em7 D/F#
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
C G Em7 D/F#
And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy
C G Em7 D/F#
[Verse 2]
C G
So clean the house, clear the drawers,
Em7 D/F#
mop the floors, stand tall
C G Em7 D/F#
Like no one's ever been here before or at all
C G Em7 D/F#
And don't you mention all the inches that are scraped on
the doorframe
C G Em7 D/F#
We all know you tiptoed up to 4'1" back in '08
[Chorus]
C
If you could see 'em now,
Em7
you'd be proud
D/F# G
But you'd think they's yuppies
C Em7
Your funeral was beautiful
D/F# G
I bet God heard you comin'
C Em7 D/F# G C Em7 D/F# G
[Verse 3]
C G Em7 D/F#
The kids are in town for a funeral
C G Em7
And the grass all smells the same as the day you
D/F#
broke your arm swingin'
C G Em7 D/F#
On that kid out on the river
C G
You bailed him out,
Em7 D/F#
never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's livin'
[Chorus]
C
If you could see 'em now,
Em7
you'd be proud
D/F# G
But you'd think they's yuppies
C G
Your funeral was beautiful
D/F# Em7
I bet God heard you comin'
C Em7 D/F# G C Em7 D/F# G
C
If you could see 'em now,
G
you'd be proud
D/F# Em7
But you'd think they's yuppies
C Em7
Your funeral was beautiful
D/F# G
I bet God heard you comin'
C Em7 D/F# G C Em7 D/F# G
[Verse 4]
C G Em7 D/F#
The kids are in town for a funeral
C G
So pack the car and dry your eyes
Em7 D/F#
C G Em7 D/F#
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
C G Em7 D/F# C
And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy
[Break]
C | - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C |
| - G - Em7 | - D/F# -
[Verse 5]
C G
They call your hats, a race to claim
Em7 D/F#
Like who gets to ride shotgun
C G Em7
Your pocket knife, it went missing
D/F#
I think we know who got that one
C G
You used to let her cut the ribbons
Em7 D/F#
On all of her own presents
C G Em7
It made me nervous, but now I see
D/F#
We just taught different lessons
[Intro]
| C G | Em7 D/F# | C G | Em7 D/F# |
[Verse 1]
| C G | Em7 D/F# | C G | Em7 D/F# |
| C G | Em7 D/F# | C G | Em7 D/F# |
| C G | Em7 D/F# |
The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy
[Verse 2]
| C G | Em7 D/F# |
| C G | Em7 D/F# | C G | Em7 D/F# |
| C G | Em7 D/F# | - - |
So clean the house, clear the drawers,
mop the floors, stand tall
Like no one's ever been here before or at all
And don't you mention all the inches that are scraped on
the doorframe
We all know you tiptoed up to 4'1" back in '08
[Chorus]
| C Em7 |
| D/F# G | C Em7 | D/F# G | C Em7 |
| D/F# G | C Em7 | D/F# G |
If you could see 'em now,
you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin'
[Verse 3]
| C - G - |
| Em7 - D/F# - | C - G - | Em7 - D/F# - | C - G - |
| Em7 - D/F# - | C - G - | Em7 - D/F# - | - - -
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same as the day you
broke your arm swingin'
On that kid out on the river
You bailed him out,
never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's livin'
[Chorus]
C |
| - Em7 - D/F# | - G - C | - G - D/F# | - Em7 - C |
| - Em7 - D/F# | - G - C | - Em7 - D/F# | - G - C |
| - G - D/F# | - Em7 - C | - Em7 - D/F# | - G - C |
| - Em7 - D/F# | - G - C | - Em7 - D/F# | - G -
If you could see 'em now,
you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin'
If you could see 'em now,
you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin'
[Verse 4]
C |
| - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C | - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C |
| - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C | - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C |
| - - - - | - - -
The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy
[Break]
C | - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C |
| - G - Em7 | - D/F# -
[Verse 5]
C | - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C |
| - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C | - G - Em7 | - D/F# - C |
| - G - Em7 | - D/F# - - |
They call your hats, a race to claim
Like who gets to ride shotgun
Your pocket knife, it went missing
I think we know who got that one
You used to let her cut the ribbons
On all of her own presents
It made me nervous, but now I see
We just taught different lessons
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