Whiskeytown (Ryan Adams) “I Hope It Rains at My Funeral” Tabbed by Jack, May 2016
from “Real: The Tom T. Hall Project” 1998
[Intro]
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A man with forty acres plowed and planted
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Can't send no fourteen year-old boy to no school
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The one thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy's farm
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Was, "Son, you better get them crops in when it gets cool."
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In the magazines, I saw the naked women
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I heard about the drinkin' and the bars
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If my daddy could've caught me, he'd a-killed me
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He said, "You might run, boy, but you won’t get that far."
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The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray
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I've met some people that knew me and call me friend
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Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver
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I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella)
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I hit town or you might say that it hit me
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Next mornin' there were things I knew more about
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Some woman took me in said I, "Seem to be all right."
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I turned her on the same way, she turned me out
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The first law I broke, right away Johnny-law caught me
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I helped them build the country roads for awhile
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They fed two times a day and knocked you down about four
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By the 13 day I... couldn’t even crack a smile
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The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray
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I've met some people that knew me and call me friend
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Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver
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I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella)
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I met a nice girl and she said I was her baby
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She let me go and would never tell me why
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I learned what it means to be somebody's baby
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They let you lie in your bed by yourself so you can cry
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So let me say this, I never tried to hurt anybody
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Though I guess there's a few that I still couldn't look in the eye
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Grant me one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral
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For once, I'd like to be the only one left dry
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The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray
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I've met some people that knew me and call me friend
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Ain't no sense in wantin' my life to live o------ver
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I'd find different ways to make same mistakes again (a cappella)
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I’d probably make um...
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Same way I made um... again
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Make um all again
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