Intro: A D G D G DVerse 1:
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 wayG 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 handVerse 2:
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 nowG 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 handOutro: G There's a Bible on the table A D A shot of Whiskey in his hand G D G DBridge:
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