The Ringing Of The Steel

The o[G]ld man used to tell me, when I was just a [D]boy
He [C]was blessed [G]because he had a [C]job that he e[D]njoyed
N[G]ot everyone would like it, but to him the main [D]appeal
[C]Was the breathing of the[G] bellows, and the[C] ringing of the s[G]teel
(1)
I started working early, holding horses for my pa
It was a little town we lived; only one man had a car
And the old man used to watch him, whenever he drove past
He said its just a fad you know its never gonna last
(Chord Progression (2))
[D]All around the forge the [C]old man [G]strolled
[D]Grabbed a bit of iron and s[C]hoved it in the [G]coals
[G]He was good at what he did, and he cut end on a [D]steel
[C]Amongst the breathing of the [G]bellows and the [C]ringing of the [G]steel
(1)
The old mans head got greyer, but it didnt slow him down
He kept on shoeing horses that were brought from round the town
He showed me bits and pieces, and before too long
I could make a decent set of shoes and shape and whack them on
(2)
Wed sometimes have a shoeing race, and sweat from start to end
The old man was the master but sometimes hed let me win
And a crowed of eager passer-bys would watch the mad ordeal
Amongst the breathing of the bellows and the ringing of the steel
[G](1[D]) [C]   [G]     [C]       [G]
After years of teaching, after years of toil
The old man was buried deep in mountain soil
I kept on with the shoeing, but the job was in recess
The old man wasnt right about the motor car I guess
(2)
Now Ive all but had it, and the forge is very quiet
But I heat the coals up now and then and tinker round inside
I do it for the old man, and remember how Id feel
Amongst the breathing of the bellows, and the ringing of the steel
The [C]ringing of the [G]steel

[G]  [D] [C] [G] [C] [G]