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Van Zant - Help Somebody


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Help Somebody - 
submitted by budweiser8

Intro - G7 - Cm7

G7                                        Cm7
Granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of man

G7                                                           Cm7                          G7
He came from the school where didn't need nothing if you couldn't make with you own two hands

G7                    Cm7                      G7                                                 Cm7
He was backwoods, backwards used words like no sir, yes mam, by god be darn and hell yeah i'm american

Am                                     G
And all the years he walked this earth I swear all he did was work

Am                             G
Devil dreams of an idle horse, so you listen to me squirt

CHORUS:

G7
Don't get to high on a bottle

Cm7
And get right with the man

G7                                 Cm7
Fight your fights, find you grace, and all things that you can't change

G7                      Cm7
And help somebody if ya can

G7
And get right with the man

G7                                     Cm7                                     G7
Now granny said you stick to your guns if you believe in something no matter what

G7                                           Cm7
Cause its better to be hated for who you are than love of you your not

G7                                       Cm7                        G7
She was 5 feet of concrete New York born and raised on a slick city street 

G7                               Cm7
Stare ya down, Stand her ground still kicking and screaming at 93

Am                                    G
I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed

Am                                   G
Taking her last few breaths of life smiling as she said

G7                       Cm7
Don't get too high on a bottle

G7                              Cm7
Just a little sip every now and then

G7                                      Cm7
Fight your fights, find your grace and everything you can't change

G7                      Cm7
And help somebody if ya can 

G7                     Cm7
And get right with the man

musical break:
G7 - Cm7

Am                                    G
never let a cowboy make the coffee

Am                                     G
Thats what granny always said to my granddad

Am                                     G
He said never tell a joke that ain't funny more than once

Am                                 G
And if you want to hear god laugh tell him your plans

Chorus



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