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My Grandfather's Clock - Johnny Cash

C
My grandfather's
G7
clock was too
C
large for the
F
shelf, so it
C
stood ninety
G7
years on the
C
floor
C
It was taller by
G7
half, than the
C
old man him
F
self, though it
C
weighed not a
G7
penny-weight
C
more.

It was
C
bought on the morn of the
F
day that he was
C
born and was always his
D7
treasure and
G7
pride

But it
C
stopped
G7
short
C
never to go a
F
gain when the
C
old
G7
man
C
died.


My
C
grandfather
G7
said that of
C
those he could hire, not a
C
servant so faith-
G7
ful he
C
found
C
For it wasted no
G7
time and had
C
but one de-
F
sire at the
C
close of each
G7
week to be
C
wound
C
And it kept in its' place not a
F
frown upon its'
C
face and its' hands never
D7
hung by its
G7
side

But it
C
stopped
G7
short -
C
never to go a-
F
gain, when the
C
old
G7
man
C
died.


For it
C
struck twenty four when he
F
enter'd at the
C
door with a blooming and
D7
beau
G7
tiful bride

But it
C
stopped
G7
short -
C
never to go a-
F
gain, when the
C
old
G7
man
C
died.


It
D
rang an a-
A7
larm in the
D
dead of the
G
night an a
D
larm that for
A7
years had been
D
dumb

And we knew that his
A7
spirit was
D
pluming for
G
flight, that his
D
hour for de-
A7
parture had
D
come.

Still the
D
clock kept the time, with its'
G
soft and muffled
D
chimes, as we proudly
E7
stood by his
A7
side

But it
D
stopped
A7
short -
D
never to go a-
G
gain, when the
D
old
A7
man
D
died.

D
Ninety years without slumbering,
D
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!)
D
His life seconds numbering,
D
(Dah dah dah dah, dah dah dah!)

It
D
stopped
A7
short -
D
never to go a-
G
gain, when the
D
old
A7
man
D
died.
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