The Mayor

F Dm F This man very close to me Dm has got a disease. F He's got this aching feeling Dm rushing through his veins. F These Doctors ain't got no answers Dm maybe he's just gettin old. F He ain't one for cryin Dm slowin down or dyin. Dm He ain't ever gettin old F Dear lord please save his soul. F Dm Dear lord please save his soul. Dear Lord. F A nice wife and two kids Dm a liquor store down the road. F Around town they called him boss, Dm from the sherrifs to the outlaws F He puts his cigarette out Dm at the end of every tail. He ain't ever gettin old F Dear lord please save his soul. Dm Dear lord please save his soul Dear lord. F This man would not leave his home Dm with the reaper at his door. F He tossed and turned all night Dm he's got a fever in his bones. F Oh angels chase death away Dm take him out of his grave, and say todays just not your day. F My father opened his eyes Dm and started to cry. He said son don't ever get old. F Dear lord please save his soul. Dm Dear lord please save his soul. F Dear lord please save his soul. Dm Dear lord please save his soul. F Dear lord please save his soul. Dm Dear lord please save his soul.