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Help Somebody - VanZant
submitted by racecar13
 
Verse 1 
G                                   Am 
Granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man. 
C9                                   
He came from a school where you didn’t need nothin’ 
G 
If you couldn’t make it with your own two hands. 
G                                               Am 
He was back woods, back wards, used words like: no sir, yes  
             C9                                  G 
mam, by god, be darned and hell yeah I’m American 
Am7                  Em7                  
In all the years he walked this earth,  
Am7                     Em7 
I swear all he did was work. 
            Am7                 Em7 
He said the devil dreams on that idle horse 
C 
So listen to me squirt. 
 
Chorus 
G                         Am7         C9                  G 
Don’t get too high on the bottle and get right w/ the man 
G                                      Am7 
Fight your fights, find your grace and all the things that you can’t change. 
C9                          G 
And help somebody if you can 
 
Verse2 
G                                       Am 
Now Granny said son stick to your guns, if you believe in something no matter what. 
C9 
Cause it’s better to be hated for who you are, 
G 
Than be loved for who your not. 
G 
She was five feet of concrete, 
Am 
NY born and raised on slick city streets 
C9 
She’d cold stare you down, stand her ground 
G  
Still kickin’ and screaming at 93. 
Am7                  Em7               Am7               Em7 
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed. 
Am7              Em7                   C 
Takin’ her last few breaths of life, Smiling as she said… 
 
Chorus + And get right w/ the man 
 
G  Am7  C9  G

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