Intro: | A | % | % | A N.C. |Verse 1:
A D Men were made to talk, babies born to cry A E N.C. Tears'll make 'em taller, fear of God gets in their eyes A E/G# F#m D A Sticks and stones may break my bones D A E A D A But words will cut me down to size| A | % | % | A N.C. |D A Well I used to stand much taller, but I've learned to know my place D E N.C. Used to scream and holler, now I quietly say grace D E A With a smilin' faceVerse 2:
A D This old house acts mighty tired A E N.C. Groans when I get up and it sighs when I retire A E/G# F#m D A Sticks and stones may crack windows D E A D A But words will start a fire| A | % | % | % |D A So long, see ya ceiling; catch you later, kitchen floor D E N.C. C'est la vie, old TV that I watched when I was bored D E A Back screen doorVerse 3:
A D This plot of land may look alone A E N.C. Once there stood a body, all that's left is skin and bone A E/G# F#m D A Sticks and stones may shelter some D E A But words will make it home