This Ole House

[A]This ole house once knew his children,
this ole [D]house once knew his wife.
This ole [E]house was home and comfort,
as they [A]fought the storms of life.
[A]This old house once rang with laughter,
this old [D]house heard many shouts.
Now he [E]trembles in the darkness,
when the [A]lightnin' walks about.

[A]Ain't a-gonna [D]need this house no longer,
ain't a-gonna [A]need this house no more.
Ain't got [E]time to fix the shingles,
ain't got [A]time to fix the floor.
Ain't got [D]time to oil the hinges,
Nor to [A]mend the windowpanes.
Ain't a-gonna [E]need this house no longer,
He's a-gettin' ready to meet the [A]Saints.

[A]This ole house is a-gettin' shaky,
this ole [D]house is a-gettin' old.
This ole [E]house lets in the rain,
This ole [A]house lets in the cold.
[A]Oh, his knees are gettin' chilly,
but he [D]feels no fear nor pain.
Cause he [E]sees an Angel peekin'
through a broken window[A]pane.

[A]Ain't a-gonna [D]need this house no longer,
ain't a-gonna [A]need this house no more.
Ain't got [E]time to fix the shingles,
ain't got [A]time to fix the floor.
Ain't got [D]time to oil the hinges,
Nor to [A]mend the windowpanes.
Ain't a-gonna [E]need this house no longer,
He's a-gettin' ready to meet the [A]Saints.

[A]This ole house is afraid of thunder,
this ole [D]house is afraid of storms.
This ole [E]house just groans and trembles,
when the [A]night wind flings its arms.
[A]This ole house is gettin' feeble,
this old [D]house is needin' paint.
Just like [E]him it's tuckered out,
but he's a-gettin' ready to meet the [A]Saints.

[A]Ain't a-gonna [D]need this house no longer,
ain't a-gonna [A]need this house no more.
Ain't got [E]time to fix the shingles,
ain't got [A]time to fix the floor.
Ain't got [D]time to oil the hinges,
Nor to [A]mend the windowpanes.
Ain't a-gonna [E]need this house no longer,
He's a-gettin' ready to meet the [A]Saints.

[Bb]My ole hound dog lies a-sleepin',
he don't [Eb]know I'm gonna leave.
Else he'd [F]wake up by the fireplace,
and he'd [Bb]sit there and howl and grieve.
[Bb]But my huntin' days are over,
ain't gonna [Eb]hunt the 'coon no more.
Gabriel [F]done brought in my chariot,
when the wind blew down the [Bb]door.

[Bb]Ain't a-gonna [Eb]need this house no longer,
ain't a-gonna [Bb]need this house no more.
Ain't got [F]time to fix the shingles,
ain't got [Bb]time to fix the floor.
Ain't got [Eb]time to oil the hinges,
Nor to [Bb]mend the windowpanes.
Ain't a-gonna [F]need this house no longer,
I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the [Bb]Saints.

An eighties smash from Kraziekhat.