Tuning: E-A-D-G-B-E( ) = Chord Continued From Previous SectionIntroVerse 1Forty YearsOn The TractorTo Shift The GearsMow The PastureHis Working LungsWill Get It DoneWon't Hang It UpMy Old Man's Like His Old ManThat'll Be The Man I AmHe's Work, Work, Work 'Till The Dirt Gets DugJust Won't Hang It UpChorus 1But Look At That Barn Wall InsideYou'll See Green Heads In A FlybyThat Neon Buzz From A Pushlight Sign, Up HighThat Rock Chipped Grill From His First TruckSix Pound Large Mouth And His Last BuckSoon As His Two Hands Get Another One, All He Wants To Do Is Hang It Up.InterludeVerse 2Calloused HandsMoving Slower,Spitting Dip,Sipping Folgers.He'll Go All WeekAnd Break His Back,But Still Wanna Get The Gun Out The Gun Rack.Chorus 2Look At That Barn Wall InsideYou'll See Green Heads In A FlybyThat Neon Buzz From A Pushlight Sign, Up HighThat Rock Chipped Grill From His First TruckSix Pound Large Mouth And His Last BuckSoon As His Two Hands Get Another One, All He Wants To Do Is Hang It Up....Hang It UpBridgeMy 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 3Look At That Barn Wall InsideYou'll See Green Heads In A FlybyThat Neon Buzz From A Pushlight Sign, Up HighThat Rock Chipped Grill From His First TruckSix Pound Large Mouth And His Last BuckSoon As His Two Hands Get Another One, All He Wants To Do Is Hang It Up....Hang It Up
