DAGD I keep my boots close to the footlice D A G D i try to keep my mind close to the words A G D A D cause some of my old songs and me will never part G although they`re warm and willing A D they still come from the heart REF G Postcards from life A D oh god i`ve sent many G A D short stories from the deep south of my soul D A G D I keep my suitcase packed and ready A G D got a brand new roadman in my hands A G all these quiet sunday morning A D i will let you have your sleep G cause the peace i see upon your face A D is a memory i`d like to keep REF G Postcards from life A D oh god i`ve sent many G A D short stories from the deep south of my soul D A G D Life is still a mystery to me A G D I`m a long long way from that inner gate A G and i might stray and i may stumble A D but i`ll keep my mission pure G just hope that fear and loneliness A D will make my path obscure REF G Postcards from life A D oh god i`ve sent many G A D short stories from the deep south of my soul REF G Postcards from life A D oh god i`ve sent many G A D short stories from the deep south of my soul A D south of my soul