Singin My Own Song

D Em picked up my daddy’s ole guitar when i was fourteen G D somehow it wound up becoming my best friend D Em along the way we sure saw a lot and learn some things G A and i would put it all down on paper with my pen G A from beginning to end D everybody’s got a story to tell Em everybody’s got a song to sing G about a small town, backroad, sunset, radio A turned up, just about as loud as it will go D that first love and how it felt so right Em that first heartbreak that kept you up all night B A G and every right that turned out to be wrong Em just another melody G about the life and times of me singin’ my own song D G D Em life can sure throw a lot of things right at ya G D make you laugh or cry or make you smile D Em it can move so fast you don’t know how it happens G A but every step of the way can be worth every mile G A it’s all worth while D everybody’s got a story to tell Em everybody’s got a song to sing G about a small town, backroad, sunset, radio A turned up, just about as loud as it will go D that first love and how it felt so right Em that first heartbreak that kept you up all night B A G and every right that turned out to be wrong Em just another melody G about the life and times of me singin’ my own song D G D A G D everybody’s got a story to tell Em everybody’s got a song to sing G about a small town, backroad, sunset, radio A turned up, just about as loud as it will go D that first love and how it felt so right Em that first heartbreak that kept you up all night B A G and every right that turned out to be wrong Em just another melody G about the life and times of me singin’ my own song D G Em singin’ my own song A D singin’ my own song