Bloodline

C#m F#m C# C#m F#m C# C# F# He likes his coffee black first thing in the morning F# A cup or two usually gets him going C#m F# C#m F# C# F# Then he puts on his boots and cranks up that old '79 C# F# Weather man says there's a storm warnin' F# G# Well he pulls down his hat and keeps his wheels'a rollin' G# F# C#m F# C# Chasing the dreams of a back forty kind of life G# C#m Well his claim to fame is a last name F# On a dead end county road sign G# C#m He's got callused hands and a callused heart F# But that suits him just fine C#m Makin it day to day, working his life away F# Tryin'a find a little piece of mind A G# F# C# C#m F# C# Oooah, but that's his bloodline C# C#m F# There's a chair on a porch that his granddaddy left him F# Where he sits and ponders on when things were different C#m F# C#m F# C# When a man could keep what he earned with a little help from above C# F# It's getting harder to make ends meet in the middle F# Selling his life away little by little C# F# C#m F# C# There's something inside him says "Boy you don't ever give up" C# 'Cause his claim to fame is a last name F# On a dead end county road sign F# C#m Yeah he's a dying breed and every day it seems G# F# He's only runnin' out of time F# C#m Makin it day to day working his life away C#m F# Tryin'a find a little piece of mind A G# F# C#m Oooah but that's his bloodline C#m F# G# C# Yeah it gets kinda tight sometimes around that blue collar C# F# G# Holdin' onto his dreams and chasing down another dollar C#m But his claim to fame is a last name F# On a dead end county road sign F# C#m And when he's dead and gone he's gotta carry on C#m F# And the ones he's gotta leave behind C#m Making it day to day, working his life away C#m F# Tryin'a find a little piece of mind A G# F# C#m C# Ooooah, but that's his bloodline C# A B G# Till it's carved on a stone all alone beneath a Georgia pine F# C#m F# C# That's his bloodline