My Boy Builds Coffins - Ver 2

C Am Em My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails C Am Em He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails C Am Em He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs C Am Em He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care C Am Em My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor C Am Em Kings and queens have all knocked on his door C Am Em Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves C Am Em They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please C Am Em My boy builds coffins he makes them all day C Am Em But it's not just for work and it isn't for play C Am He's made one for himself Em One for me too C Am Em One of these days he'll make one C Am Em For you------- C Am Em For you------- C Am Em For you------- C Am Em For you------- C Am Em My boy builds coffins for better or worse C Am Em Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse C Am Em He fits them together in sunshine or rain C Am Em Each one is unique, no two are the same C Am Em My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame C Am Em That when each one's been made, he can't see it again C Am Em He crafts every one with love and with care C Am Em Then it's thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair C Am Em My boy builds coffins he makes them all day C Am Em But it's not just for work and it isn't for play C Am He's made one for himself Em One for me too C Am Em One of these days he'll make one for you