Trace Adkins

Well they ^G gave me this old coat
Said it will ^C keep you might ^G warm
It will ^C see you through the ^G winter
It's your ^A by God uni ^D form
So I ^G wear it everyday
And I ^C sleep in it at ^G night
Now it's ^C twenty shade of ^G grey
And the ^A waist has shrunk too ^D tight
And the ^B bottoms caked and ^Em muddy
And the ^B buttons are half ^Em gone
But ^A just ^B like you and ^C me
This ^C#m Old Grey Coat wears on. ^D
Chorus:
And when I ^G die in this grey ^B coat
I'm gonna ^Em march though Heaven's ^A door
I'm gonna walk up to Saint ^B Peter
And tell him, ^C send me back for ^D more
Cause I'll be ^G damn if I'll just ^B sit around
Why ^Em you boys win the ^A war
Cause even, ^G when ^B I'm ^Em dead
Shot full of, ^G Yank ^B ee's ^Em lead
A B C C#m D (Stop)
And every part of me keeps hangin' by a thread
Of This Old Grey ^G Coat. ^{C G C}
When I ^G think of all the places
This old ^C coat and me have ^G been
Through the ^C fat and lean and ^G in between
In the ^A weak through thick and ^D thin
From the ^G ballrooms down in Richmond
To the ^C top of Mary's ^G Height
From ^C Manasas to The ^G Wilderness
And a ^A hundred other ^D fights
Now the ^B collars torn and ^Em tattered
And the ^B elbow's wore clean ^Em through
But ^A put me ^B in a ^C pinch
This ^C#m Old Grey ^D Coat will do.
And when I ^G die in this grey ^B coat
And when they ^Em come to bury ^A me
They commenced a speak of ^B fightin'
And ^C singin', Mirror Lord ^D Thieves
Well be damn ^G sure I ain't just ^B sleepin'
Cause I ^Em flat out guaran ^A tee
That even, ^G when ^B I'm ^Em dead
Shot full of, ^G Yank ^B ee's ^Em lead
A B C C#m D (Stop)
That the toughest part of lives on in every shred
Of This Old Grey ^G Coat. ^{C G C}
Well you can, ^G cut ^B my ^Em throat
You can, ^G sink ^B my ^Em boat
But ^A you can ^B never ^C stop This Old ^C#m Grey Coat. ^D
When my ^G bones ^B do ^Em toll
When that's, ^G all ^B she ^Em wrote
^A I'll fight ^B on in ^C side This Old ^C#m Grey Coat. ^D
Chorus2:
And when I ^G die in this grey ^B coat
I'm gonna ^Em march though Heaven's ^A door
I'm gonna walk up to Saint ^B Peter
And tell him, ^C send me back for ^D more
Cause I'll be ^G damn if I'll just ^B sit around
Why ^Em you boys win the ^A war
Cause even, ^G when ^B I'm ^Em dead
Shot full of, ^G Yank ^B ee's ^Em lead
A B C C#m D (Stop)
There ain't nothin' that I'd rather wear instead
Than This Old Grey ^G Coat. ^C
This Old Grey ^G Coat ^C
I'll go ^G down ^C
In This Old Grey ^G Coat ^C
This Old Grey ^G Coat. ^{F C G}