Grandpas Gibson - Ver 2

D Bm A G D You could always hear him coming down the road Bm 'Cause he'd be jingling the change up in his coat A There's no story that my grandpa left untold G But he'd keep my secrets D The only things he came to love the most Bm Was the family he raised Bm And the horses that he rode A And the six string that he played with his eyes closed G When he was reminiscing G Man I miss him Bm A G Now every time I hold that old guitar G I feel closer Bm A G Every time I open up that case G I get closure A G Now that he's gone I'd give the world to listen N.C. D Bm A G To grandpa's Gibson D No matter where he turned he made a friend Bm He seemed to learn a lesson from everyone he met A When he smiled at you you felt like you'd been blessed G He sure was something G Man I loved him Bm A G Now every time I hold that old guitar G I feel closer Bm A G Every time I open up that case G I get closure A G Now that he's gone I'd give the world to listen D Bm To grandpa's Gibson A G Grandpa's Gibson Bm A G Now every time I hold that old guitar G I feel closer Bm A G Every time I open up that case G I get closure A G Now that he's gone I'd give the world to listen N.C. D Bm A G N.C. To grandpa's Gibson Gm F Eb Bb F Bb