21 acessos
G
Well they gave me this old coat
C G
Said it will keep you might warm
C G
It will see you through the winter
A D
It?s your by God uniform
G
So I wear it everyday
C G
And I sleep in it at night
C G
Now it?s twenty shade of grey
A D
And the waist has shrunk too tight
B Em
And the bottoms caked and muddy
B Em
And the buttons are half gone
A B C
But just like you and me
C#m D
This Old Grey Coat wears on.
Chorus:
G B
And when I die in this grey coat
Em A
I?m gonna march though Heaven?s door
B
I?m gonna walk up to Saint Peter
C D
And tell him, send me back for more
G B
Cause I?ll be damn if I?ll just sit around
Em A
Why you boys win the war
G B Em
Cause even, when I?m dead
G B Em
Shot full of, Yankee?s lead
A B C C#m D (Stop)
And every part of me keeps hangin? by a thread
G C G C
Of This Old Grey Coat.
G
When I think of all the places
C G
This old coat and me have been
C G
Through the fat and lean and in between
A D
In the weak through thick and thin
G
From the ballrooms down in Richmond
C G
To the top of Mary?s Height
C G
From Manasas to The Wilderness
A D
And a hundred other fights
B Em
Now the collars torn and tattered
B Em
And the elbow?s wore clean through
A B C
But put me in a pinch
C#m D
This Old Grey Coat will do.
G B
And when I die in this grey coat
Em A
And when they come to bury me
B
They commenced a speak of fightin?
C D
And singin?, Mirror Lord Thieves
G B
Well be damn sure I ain?t just sleepin?
Em A
Cause I flat out guarantee
G B Em
That even, when I?m dead
G B Em
Shot full of, Yankee?s lead
A B C C#m D (Stop)
That the toughest part of lives on in every shred
G C G C
Of This Old Grey Coat.
G B Em
Well you can, cut my throat
G B Em
You can, sink my boat
A B C C#m D
But you can never stop This Old Grey Coat.
G B Em
When my bones do toll
G B Em
When that?s, all she wrote
A B C C#m D
I?ll fight on inside This Old Grey Coat.
Chorus2:
G B
And when I die in this grey coat
Em A
I?m gonna march though Heaven?s door
B
I?m gonna walk up to Saint Peter
C D
And tell him, send me back for more
G B
Cause I?ll be damn if I?ll just sit around
Em A
Why you boys win the war
G B Em
Cause even, when I?m dead
G B Em
Shot full of, Yankee?s lead
A B C C#m D (Stop)
There ain?t nothin? that I?d rather wear instead
G C
Than This Old Grey Coat.
G C
This Old Grey Coat
G C
I?ll go down
G C
In This Old Grey Coat
G F C G
This Old Grey Coat.