Chords for Frank Foster - 'Til Im Gone - Official Music Video

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_ _ _ Put me down a bag with some buddies of mine till I'm gone, [G] _
_ _ _ till I'm gone. _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Put me down to daddy's on my grandpa's land.
Ditch the dirt on my boots, the shotgun in my hand till I'm [G] gone, _ _ _ _ till I'm gone.
_ _ _ Get him on stompin' [A] grounds that I grew up on, that's where my soul [G]
belongs.
Till the good Lord calls me home and [D]
I'm gone. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[D] Put me on a limb beneath a clover of trees.
Watch the sun go down, livin' free as a breeze till I'm gone, [G] _ _ _ _ till I'm gone. _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] Put me down in your underlings and bare feet.
Give me a new poor swing and just let me be till I'm [G] gone, _ _ _ _ _ till I'm gone.
_ _ _ Get him on stompin' [A] grounds that I grew up on, that's where my soul [G] belongs.
Till the good Lord calls me home and I'm [D] gone.
[Dm] I _ _ _ was [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ born and born and born and grown.
Still I can't forget where I come from.
[D] And all them good old folks that raised me.
They kept me covered in the prayers they sent me.
[G] You can paint me rolling along, but when this here gift time runs out of songs, I'll [D] be southbound and down, heading home. _ _ _
_ Get him on [A] stompin' grounds that I grew up on, that's where my soul [G] belongs.
Till the good Lord calls me home and I'm [D] gone. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] Put me down keeping the faith to stay free.
I can't stay folded and it's still relieved till I'm [G] gone, _ _ _ _ [D] till I'm [G] gone.
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Put me down in the land of the free and the needy.
The good folk and good old boys like me till [G] _
I'm gone. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Get him on stompin' [A] grounds that I grew up on, that's where my [D] soul [G] belongs.
Till the good Lord calls me home and I'm [D] gone.
One more time. _ _
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[G] I was born and born _ and born and grown.
Still I can't forget where I come from.
[D] And all them good old folks that raised me.
They kept me covered in the prayers they sent me.
[G] _ You can paint me rolling along, but when this here gift time runs out of songs, I'll be [D] _ southbound and down, heading home. _ _ _ _ _
Stompin' [A] grounds that I grew up on, that's where my soul [G] belongs.
Till the good Lord calls me home and [D] I'm gone. _ _ _
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_ Take [D] me home. _ _ _
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_ _ Take me [D] _ home. _
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_ _ Take me home. _
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