| D | G |
| D |
| A man knocked upon the door, said "Don't you know you're gonna die some |
| day" |
| A |
| I've got a plan for you, man, for when you pass away. |
| D | G | D |
| We'll give to your mother, your kids and your wife |
| G | D |
| and all you have to give in return is your life. |
| cborus |
| G |
| Take out some insurance, insurance today, |
| D | C | D |
| for tomorrow will come and take us away. |
| /cborus |
| G | D |
| Two men were gambling in ~a something~ one night |
| A |
| when a woman walked in with her dress up so tight. |
| G | D |
| She asked the two gentlemen would they fight for her name. |
| C | D |
| They got up and shot her and went back to their game. |
| cborus |
| [bridge, all on a D chord except for the final C-D like the end of each |
| verse] |
| G | D |
| This aint no sad song, don't cry in your beer, |
| A |
| for one day will come and we won't be here. |
| G | D |
| Somebody else will take up our game, |
| C | D |
| different place, different name. |
| cborus |
| cborus |
| -- | |
| Ian Prideaux |
| mailto:ian@netgates.co.uk |
| mailto:worz@spuddy.mew.co.uk |