Montgomery Gentry

^G His old man was a rebel yeller,
B ^D ad boy to the bone, he'd say,
C ^G an't trust a color'd feller
H ^D e'd judge em by the tone of their sk ^C in, ^{G D}
H ^G e was raised to think like his dad,
N ^D arrow mind and full of hate,
O ^G n the road to nowhere fast,
D c
Till the grace of God got in the way,
T ^G hen he saw the light,
and ^D hit his knees and cried and ^G said a prayer,
R ^D ose up a brand new man, l ^G eft the old one right there,
(Chorus:)
H ^D ere's to the strong th ^G anks to the brave,
D ^D on't give up hope, ^C some people chang ^G e,
A ^D gainst all odds, ^G against the grain,
L ^D ove finds a way, ^C some people c ^G hange, ^D
G She was born with her mothers habit,
^D guess you could say it's in her blood,
^G She hates that she's gotta have it,
S ^D he feels her glass ^C up,
S ^G he'd love to kill that bottle,
B ^D ut All she could think about is a,
B ^G etter life a second chance,
A ^D nd everyone she's lettin down,
S ^G he throws that bottle do ^C wn,
(Chorus:)
T ^G hank God for those who ma ^D ke it,
Le ^G t them be the li ^D ght, ^G
(Chorus)
S ^C ome people chan ^G ge,
(Chorus)
So ^C me people c ^G hange ^D
So ^C me people c ^G hange ^D
So ^C me people c ^G hange ^D
So ^C me people c ^G hange