Rock That Says My Name Chords by The Steel Woods, Wes Bayliss, Aaron Raitiere, Jason Cope
Tempo:
78.1 bpm
Chords used:
Em
A
Am
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm] [E] I [Bm] [D]
[A]
[Em]
[D] [E] [D]
[A] [Am]
[A] [Em]
talk to the people [G] that lie beneath these stones, [A] imagining [Am] they listen makes me feel less [E] alone.
[Em] I pick up the broken flowers, [D] sometimes I dig a hole, [A] welcoming [Am] the new ones, introducing
them to the [Em] old.
[D] [E]
[Bm] [D]
[A] [Em] [A]
[Em] I can use a chisel [G] and a polisher to sand, [Am] I'll put anything you'd like to say under [Em] a name.
[G] [Em] I'll put on my suit, [D] make sure my tie is straight, lend [Am] a hand to the mourning, sending
loved ones on their [Em] way.
Well [G] I ain't afraid of dying, [A] cause I know where [Am] I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made of [Em] gold.
[A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't [Am] hear me complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
[E]
[Bm] [D]
[A]
[G] [E] [Em] I hired on out of high school [D] in 1968, [A] my wife [Am] and I picked out a spot right up [Em] by the gate.
It ain't much but every morning [D] the sun shines on that ground, [Am] and one of these days when
I clock out, that's where [A] I'm laying [Em] down.
[G] Well I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] cause I know where I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made of [Em] gold.
[A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me [Am] complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
[G]
[Am]
[Em] [G]
[Am]
[Em] Oh [D] born in Alabama, [A] year 1950, throw [Em] the dirt on top of me, shove [D] the seeds and let [C] it grow.
Well [D] I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] cause I know where I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made [Em] of gold.
[A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear [Am] me complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
[G] Someday when I'm under it, [A] I hope you'll do [Am] the same, stop by sometime and tip your
hat to the rock that [Em] says my name.
[Bm] [E]
[Em] [D]
[A] [Am] [A]
[Em] [E]
[Bm] [D]
[A] [Am]
[E] [Em] [E]
[Bm] [D]
[A] [Am] [A]
[Em]
[E] [Em] [D]
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
[E] [Em]
[D] [Am] Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, [Em] and where
thieves break through and steal.
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt,
[D] and where thieves do not break through nor steal.
[A] For where your [Am] treasure is, there will your [A] heart be also.
[G] [Em]
[A]
[Em]
[D] [E] [D]
[A] [Am]
[A] [Em]
talk to the people [G] that lie beneath these stones, [A] imagining [Am] they listen makes me feel less [E] alone.
[Em] I pick up the broken flowers, [D] sometimes I dig a hole, [A] welcoming [Am] the new ones, introducing
them to the [Em] old.
[D] [E]
[Bm] [D]
[A] [Em] [A]
[Em] I can use a chisel [G] and a polisher to sand, [Am] I'll put anything you'd like to say under [Em] a name.
[G] [Em] I'll put on my suit, [D] make sure my tie is straight, lend [Am] a hand to the mourning, sending
loved ones on their [Em] way.
Well [G] I ain't afraid of dying, [A] cause I know where [Am] I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made of [Em] gold.
[A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't [Am] hear me complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
[E]
[Bm] [D]
[A]
[G] [E] [Em] I hired on out of high school [D] in 1968, [A] my wife [Am] and I picked out a spot right up [Em] by the gate.
It ain't much but every morning [D] the sun shines on that ground, [Am] and one of these days when
I clock out, that's where [A] I'm laying [Em] down.
[G] Well I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] cause I know where I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made of [Em] gold.
[A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me [Am] complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
[G]
[Am]
[Em] [G]
[Am]
[Em] Oh [D] born in Alabama, [A] year 1950, throw [Em] the dirt on top of me, shove [D] the seeds and let [C] it grow.
Well [D] I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] cause I know where I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made [Em] of gold.
[A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear [Am] me complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
[G] Someday when I'm under it, [A] I hope you'll do [Am] the same, stop by sometime and tip your
hat to the rock that [Em] says my name.
[Bm] [E]
[Em] [D]
[A] [Am] [A]
[Em] [E]
[Bm] [D]
[A] [Am]
[E] [Em] [E]
[Bm] [D]
[A] [Am] [A]
[Em]
[E] [Em] [D]
[A] [Em]
[A] [Em]
[E] [Em]
[D] [Am] Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, [Em] and where
thieves break through and steal.
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt,
[D] and where thieves do not break through nor steal.
[A] For where your [Am] treasure is, there will your [A] heart be also.
[G] [Em]
Key:
Em
A
Am
D
G
Em
A
Am
[Bm] _ [E] I [Bm] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
_ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
talk to the people [G] that lie beneath these stones, [A] imagining [Am] they listen makes me feel less [E] alone.
[Em] _ I pick up the broken flowers, [D] sometimes I dig a hole, _ [A] welcoming [Am] the new ones, introducing
them to the [Em] old.
_ _ [D] _ [E] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _
[Em] _ _ _ _ I can use a chisel [G] and a polisher to sand, [Am] I'll put anything you'd like to say under [Em] a name.
_ _ [G] [Em] I'll put on my suit, [D] make sure my tie is straight, lend [Am] a hand to the mourning, sending
loved ones on their [Em] way.
Well [G] I ain't afraid of dying, [A] cause I know where [Am] I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made of [Em] gold.
_ [A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't [Am] hear me complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
_ [E] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ I hired on out of high school [D] in 1968, [A] my wife [Am] and I picked out a spot right up [Em] by the gate.
_ It ain't much but every morning [D] the sun shines on that ground, [Am] and one of these days when
I clock out, that's where [A] I'm laying [Em] down.
_ [G] Well I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] cause I know where I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made of [Em] gold.
_ [A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me [Am] complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
_ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ Oh [D] born in Alabama, [A] year 1950, throw [Em] the dirt on top of me, shove [D] the seeds and let [C] it grow. _ _ _
Well [D] I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] cause I know where I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made [Em] of gold. _
[A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear [Am] me complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
_ [G] Someday when I'm under it, [A] I hope you'll do [Am] the same, stop by sometime and tip your
hat to the rock that [Em] says my name. _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [Am] _ [A] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [E] _ [Em] _ _ _ [E] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ [A] _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, [Em] and where
thieves break through and steal.
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt,
[D] and where thieves do not break through nor steal.
[A] For where your [Am] treasure is, there will your [A] heart be also. _
_ _ [G] _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[D] _ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [Am] _
_ [A] _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
talk to the people [G] that lie beneath these stones, [A] imagining [Am] they listen makes me feel less [E] alone.
[Em] _ I pick up the broken flowers, [D] sometimes I dig a hole, _ [A] welcoming [Am] the new ones, introducing
them to the [Em] old.
_ _ [D] _ [E] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _
[Em] _ _ _ _ I can use a chisel [G] and a polisher to sand, [Am] I'll put anything you'd like to say under [Em] a name.
_ _ [G] [Em] I'll put on my suit, [D] make sure my tie is straight, lend [Am] a hand to the mourning, sending
loved ones on their [Em] way.
Well [G] I ain't afraid of dying, [A] cause I know where [Am] I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made of [Em] gold.
_ [A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't [Am] hear me complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
_ [E] _ _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ [E] _ _ [Em] _ I hired on out of high school [D] in 1968, [A] my wife [Am] and I picked out a spot right up [Em] by the gate.
_ It ain't much but every morning [D] the sun shines on that ground, [Am] and one of these days when
I clock out, that's where [A] I'm laying [Em] down.
_ [G] Well I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] cause I know where I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made of [Em] gold.
_ [A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear me [Am] complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
_ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ Oh [D] born in Alabama, [A] year 1950, throw [Em] the dirt on top of me, shove [D] the seeds and let [C] it grow. _ _ _
Well [D] I ain't afraid of dying, [Am] cause I know where I'll go, and there I'll live forever
on the streets made [Em] of gold. _
[A] [G] Till then I'll keep on working, [A] you won't hear [Am] me complain, and everyday I'll tip my
hat to the rock that says [Em] my name.
_ [G] Someday when I'm under it, [A] I hope you'll do [Am] the same, stop by sometime and tip your
hat to the rock that [Em] says my name. _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ [E] _
_ [Em] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [Am] _ [A] _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [E] _ [Em] _ _ _ [E] _
_ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [Am] _ _ [A] _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [Em] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _
_ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] _
[D] _ _ _ _ [Am] Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, [Em] and where
thieves break through and steal.
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt,
[D] and where thieves do not break through nor steal.
[A] For where your [Am] treasure is, there will your [A] heart be also. _
_ _ [G] _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _