My Boy Built Coffins

	  		 

It's basically the same the whole way through 

|C  |Am |Em    | 

The strings are plucked as to the rhythm in the song for the introduction.  

C             Am            Em 
My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails 
  C              Am            Em 
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails 
  C              Am      Em 
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs 
   C             Am               Em  
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care 

My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor 
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door 
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves 
They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please 

C              Am        Em 
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day 
         C            Am          Em   
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play 
          C        Am 
He's made one for himself 
Em 
One for me too 
C           Am         Em 
One of these days he'll make one  
C  Am  Em 
For you------- 
C  Am  Em 
For you------- 
C  Am  Em 
For you------- 
C  Am  Em 
For you------- 


My boy builds coffins for better or worse 
Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse 
He fits them together in sunshine or rain 
Each one is unique, no two are the same 

My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame 
That when each one's been made, he can't see it again 
He crafts every one with love and with care 
Then it's thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair 

My boy builds coffins he makes them all day 
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play 
He's made one for himself 
One for me too 
One of these days he'll make one for you