Cifras
I Hope It Rains At My Funeral

Tono: D

Introducción:

dificultad
muy fácil |||||
D                                    G                                         D  
A man with forty acres plowed and planted
A                                                                                                            D  
Can't send no fourteen year-old boy to no school
          D                              G                                                         D  
The only thing I learned in the years I worked on my daddy's farm
                A                                                                                                                            D  
Was, "Son, you better get them crops in when it turns cool."
In the magazines, I saw the naked women
                     E                                 A                                              E  
I met a nice girl and she said I was her baby
B                                                                                                 E  
She let me go and would never tell me why
     E                                                      A                                         E  
I learned what it means to be somebody's baby
B                                                                                                                    E  
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry
The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray