Aint Your Time To Go

[G]Well, if it ain't your time to [D]go then you'd [C]better stay put for [G]now
[A]Everybody's [C]got to do their [G]time until it's [D]time
And if it [G]ain't broken then [D]break it and [C]say you knew me way back [G]when
When [A]fools were fools and [C]all the rest were swi[G]ne waiting to be defi[D]led
I could [G]hang up my [D]shingles [C]out by the side of the [G]road
[A]Try to bang the [C]blame out of the c[G]inders you left be[D]hind
Like a [G]driftwood in the [D]night that was [C]washed up by the l[G]ight
Of the [A]moon that bleached my [C]bones then [G]sent me to the [D]pile
[G]Mustard in your [D]smile, land that [C]hand on the radio [G]dial
Then the [A]breezes of the [C]season have [G]blown us back to h[D]ell
It's a [G]stolen [D]telephone that I [C]dialed, blind and [G]alone
[A]Just to hear the [C]voice of a [G]bargain center [D]soul
Now the [G]deserts are in [D]flame and the [C]bandages are the [G]same
And the [A]factory's casual[C]ties are [G]looking for mangled [D]jewels
Well if it [G]ain't your time to [D]go, then you [C]better stay put for [G]now
'Cause [A]everybody's [C]got to put their [G]hand upon the [D]hand of the cl[G]ock
Like the [D]minds of misers [G]grinding down their [D]gears to a [G]halt