A Man Who Was Gonna Die Young Eric Church
A simplified version but easy to sing along to.
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I l[G]ike fast cars an[C]d sharp drinks, [D]chased a lot of [G]crazy things, [C]left behind
my [G]share of broken p[D]ieces.
This[G] morning I turned [C]36 and [D]you just remember ha[G]lf of it. Yo[C]u wonder how you
o[G]ut-lived Hank or [D]Jesus.
Chorus:
I put the r[C]age in a river, [D]roll in a thunder.[G] But you kept me from [C]going
under [C]when that [G]current got too [D]heavy.
I a[C]lways thought I'd be a [D]heap of metal, and a [G]cloud of smoke, foot [C]stuck to
the pedal, [C]sold for parts like a [G]junkyard rusted-out [D]Chevy.
[C]Fear I've had [G]none, what the hell [D]made you wanna [G]love a [C]man who was [D]gonna die
[G]young?
In the [G]mirror I saw my [C]surprise, [D]who knew gray hairs [G]like to hide on a [C]head,
that didn't [G]think he'd live past [D]thirty.
I[G]f I make it [C]thirty more, it's the [D]brown that you'll be [G]looking for as you
[C]run your fingers [G]through, say slow down [D]honey.
Chorus:
I put the [C]rage in a river, [D]roll in a thunder. [G]But you kept me from [C]going
under, [C]when that [G]current got too [D]heavy.
I a[C]lways thought I'd be a [D]heap of metal, and a [G]cloud of smoke, foot [C]stuck to
the pedal, [C]sold for parts like a [G]junkyard rusted-out [D]Chevy.
[C]Fear I've had [G]none, what the hell [D]made you wanna [G]love a [C]man who was [D]gonna die
[G]young?
Call it [G]intuition, or [C]call it crazy. Just [D]thought by now I'd be [G]pushing up
daisies. But [C]I'd gladly stick a[G]round if we're [D]together.
So baby [G]when you bow your [C]head tonight, could you [D]tell the Lord I've [G]changed
my mind and with [C]you I'd [D]like to live forever.
[G] [C] [D] [G]
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