I Still Sing The Old Songs

[D]Grandpa I been [G]thinkin bout you l[D]ately
[D]Wonderin if youd fo[G]und your peace of mi[A]nd
I [D]guess youd be p[G]roud to know your g[D]randsons
[G]Never crossed that [E7]Mason Dixon [A]Line.

And [G]I Still Sing The [A]Old Songs That you [D]taught me
And [G]I still pray to [A]Jesus now and [D]then
And [G]just like you I [A]wish that he will [D]save me
To [G]see the day the [E7]South will rise [A]again.

[D]Daddy wore his [G]purple heart so [D]proudly
[D]Long before I [G]turned into a [A]man
[D]Buried with our [G]flag acrossed his [D]casket
[G]I was still too [E7]young to under[A]stand.

[D]Momma spent her [G]last years in the [D]garden
[D]While I took my [G]turn behind the [A]gun
[D]Lord Id give my l[G]ife to find the f[D]reedom
[G]Lost within the o[E7]ld songs that you [A]sung.