Tuning: E-A-D-G-B-E
( ) = Chord Continued From Previous Section
Intro
Verse 1
Forty Years
On The Tractor
To Shift The Gears
Mow The Pasture
His Working Lungs
Will Get It Done
Won't Hang It Up
My Old Man's Like His Old Man
That'll Be The Man I Am
He's Work, Work, Work 'Till The Dirt Gets Dug
Just Won't Hang It Up
Chorus 1
But Look At That Barn Wall Inside
You'll See Green Heads In A Flyby
That Neon Buzz From A Pushlight Sign, Up High
That Rock Chipped Grill From His First Truck
Six Pound Large Mouth And His Last Buck
Soon As His Two Hands Get Another One, All He Wants To Do Is Hang It Up.
Interlude
Verse 2
Calloused Hands
Moving Slower,
Spitting Dip,
Sipping Folgers.
He'll Go All Week
And Break His Back,
But Still Wanna Get The Gun Out The Gun Rack.
Chorus 2
Look At That Barn Wall Inside
You'll See Green Heads In A Flyby
That Neon Buzz From A Pushlight Sign, Up High
That Rock Chipped Grill From His First Truck
Six Pound Large Mouth And His Last Buck
Soon As His Two Hands Get Another One, All He Wants To Do Is Hang It Up.
...Hang It Up
Bridge
My Old Man's Like His Old Man.
Good Old Boys With Too Much Land.
It's Work, Work, Work 'Ill The Dirt Gets Dug.
Just Won't Hang It Up.
Chorus 3
Look At That Barn Wall Inside
You'll See Green Heads In A Flyby
That Neon Buzz From A Pushlight Sign, Up High
That Rock Chipped Grill From His First Truck
Six Pound Large Mouth And His Last Buck
Soon As His Two Hands Get Another One, All He Wants To Do Is Hang It Up.
...Hang It Up
