Intro: Am F C G x2 (Play around with the strumming, there's a good bit of hammering on, esp. around the Cs) Verse 1: Am F C G You know all them sweaty boys hanging out at the copper mines Am F C G You watched them growing up under the bridge on the river shoals off Georgia 9 Am F C G They used to lay their sweet bodies out just waiting on a fishing line Am F C G Just like your daddy did when he was a kid in the wilds of Florida Am F C G But your daddy's gone and those boys jacked up got rough moved on AFCG Verse 2: Am F C G You find your own self hiding in the stories of drunken men Am F C G With their kids in tow from the picture show riding over mountain bends Am F C G And you can feel their fingers crossing when the black ice of winter comes Am F C G But they'll be fishtailing in the dark from the time that they are born Chorus: F C Am G Hey, you know your daddy's gone, those boys you loved got rough with the girls and F moved on C Am G F C Still you gotta find some goodness somewhere somehow, so hug the corners take the Am G F G Am G straights from the cradle to the grave oh we all give what, yeah, what we got Verse 3: Am F C G In the winter you'll go south and fall asleep in the late day sun Am F C G Holding still to catch the last of the warmth before the storm clouds roll on in Am F C G At night you watch the kids riding in their hoodies in the rain Am F C G Heading up to St. Johns causeway bridge fishtailing all the way Chorus: F C Am G Hey, you know your daddy's gone, those boys you loved got rough with the girls and F moved on C Am G F C Still you gotta find some goodness somewhere somehow, so hug the corners take the Am G F G Am G straights from the cradle to the grave oh we all give what, yeah, what we got Yeah we all give what we got