Funeral Song

I'm still [F]young, but I [C]know my days are [G]numbered

1234[C]567 and [Am]so on.

But a [C]time will [F]come when these [C]numbers have all [G]ended

and [F]all Ive ever [C]seen will be [Am]forgotten

Won't you [C]come

Too my fun[C]eral when my [F]days are [C]done

Lifes not [C]long

And [Am]so I hope when [C]I am finally [F]dead and [C]gone

That you'll ga[Am]ther [G]round,

As I [Am]am lowered [G]in to the [C]ground

When my [C]coffin is [F]sealed and I'm [C]safely six feet [G]under

Per[F]haps my friends will [C]see fit then to [Am]judge me.

When they [F]pause to con[C]sider all my blun[G]ders

I [F]hope they won't be [C]too quick to beg[Am]rudge me.

if [C]I should [Am]die before I [G]wake up

I [C]pray that the [Am]lord my soul will [G]take but

My [F]bo[C]dy, my [Am]bo[C]dy, that's your [Am]job

I [C]can't be [F]sure where I'm [C]headed after [G]death.

to heaven, hell, or [C]beyond to the great [Am]vast.

But [C]if I [F]can I would [C]like to meet my mak[G]er.

Theres one or two things [C]I'd sure like to [Am]ask.

Me and Reid figured this out by ear so it could be in the wrong key

or some crap but it seems to work fine.

later,

Thaddeus