Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
[Intro]
A D G D G D
[Verse]
D G D
His collars blue his neck is red
G D
Works hard all day to keep his family fed
D G D
Feels like he sold his soul for the bills he pays
D G D
But every night at supper he still says Grace
D G D
Cause He was raised to love Jesus and the USA
G D
When You grow up in the South you're raised that way
[Chorus]
G D
You won't hear him bitch and moan about it
A D
He's Old School and that just ain't his way
G
He'll roll up his sleeves
D Bm
Gonna do the best he can
G
With a Bible on the table
A D D
A shot of Whiskey in his hand
[Verse]
D G D
His hands are like leather from the long hard days
G D
Cause when you're raising three kids you don't get no breaks
G D
The love of his life passed away last year
D G D D
He was right by her side when she shed her last tear
D G D D
No time to feel lonely no time to slow down
D G D D
He's gotta stay strong cause he's mom and daddy now
[Chorus]
G G D D
You won't hear him bitch and moan about it
A A D D
He's Old School and that just ain't his way
G G
He'll roll up his sleeves
D Bm Bm
Gonna do the best he can
G D A
With a Bible on the table
A D D
A shot of Whiskey in his hand
[Bridge]
G G
He's on his own now
D Bm Bm
Gotta do the best he can
A G
With a Bible on the table
A Bm
A shot of Whiskey in his hand
[Outro]
G
There's a Bible on the table
A D
A shot of Whiskey in his hand
G D G D
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