Fiddlin To My Grave

(nc) G . . Em D . G . I could play Uncle Pen before I was 10, fiddle Sally Gooden all day. G . . Em D . G . And I could steal the smiles of all the old guys, And we’d sit on the old porch and play. C . Em . C . Em D There’d often be a bottle go ‘round, that I soon began to crave G . . /Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G . And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave Fiddle G . . Em D . G . Well I coulda gone to the army I guess or got a job at the old lumber yard, G . . Em D . G . But it’d be a waste not to taste that sweet moonshine, and a’workin’ just seemed too hard. C . Em . C . Em D I guess I knew from early on I’d be no boss-man’s slave, G . . Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G * And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave Mandolin *. G . . Em D . G . So I hopped in a van with a band and we hit that old road, playin’ 200 shows a year. G . . Em D . G . And all the places and times, they’re one long line in the haze of the smoke and the beer C . Em . C . Em D And a few of the ladies tried to take me in, they found I could not be saved G . . Em D . G . G . . Em D . G . G . And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave Banjo {name: BREAK} G . . Em D . G . C . Em . C . Em D G . . Em D . G . G . G . G . Banjo Fiddle All G . . Em D . G . Now the time’s gone by in the blink of an eye, I’m old before I’m young. G . . Em D . G . I got a cough that won’t quit from the gin and cigarettes, I have to leave my last song un-sung C . Em . C . Em D There’s no care plan there for a fiddler like me, no retirement did I save G . . Em D . G . C . Em . C . Em D And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave Fiddle, Banjo All G . . Em D . G . G . . Em D . a cap. And it’s the only life I’ve ever known, I’ll be fiddlin’ to my grave A I I I vi V V I I and B IV IV vi vi IV IV vi V AABA