Biography:
Rodney Atkins, born March 28, 1969 in Knoxville, Tennessee, is an American country singer. He was an adopted child. As an infant at the Holston Methodist Home for Children in Greeneville, Tennessee, he was so sick that two couples who had taken him home returned him just a few days later. A third couple from Cumberland Gap, Tennessee, adopted him as well and, even though his ailments worsened, refused to give him up. His adoptive mother had been raised in a coal mining family near a tannery camp
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Other songs:
- Watching You
- 15 Minutes
- A Man On A Tractor
- About The South
- Angels Hands
- Best Things
- Caught Up In The Country
- Chasin Girls
- Cleaning This Gun
- Doin It Right
- Eat Sleep Love You Repeat
- Family
- Farmers Daughter
- Feet
- Forgiveness Than Permission
- Got It Good
- Hes Mine
- Honestly
- I Will Come To You
- If Youre Going Through Hell
- If Youre Going Through Hell Before The Devil Even Knows
- In The Middle
- Invisibly Shaken
- Its America
- Just Wanna Rock N Roll
- Man I Am Today
- My Old Man
- Shes A Girl Aint She
- Sing Along
- Someone To Share It With
- Take A Back Road
- Take A Backroad
- Tell A Country Boy
- The River Just Knows
- These Are My People
- Wasted Whiskey
- Whats Left Of Me
- When Its My Time
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(Capo on 3)
[Intro]
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[Verse]
D G Em A
I was late for work, had to pull to the side while a funeral train of cars drove by
D G Em A
With their lights on, it was just my luck, it went on and on for miles
D G Em A
I kept checkin' my watch, grittin' my teeth, then suddenly it dawned on me
D G Em A
That who- ever this is, is gonna be missed for a long, long time,
[Chorus]
G A
It got me thinking
D G Em A
When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
D G Em A
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
Bm F#m G F#m Em A D
And I hope I leave half as much love be- hind when it's my time
[Instrumental]
| (G) | (Em) | (A)
[Verse]
D G Em A
So I followed that last car down to the church, took off my ball cap, tucked in my shirt
D G Em A
I just had to see what kind of life could cause such as traffic jam
D G Em A
Heard story after story, people laugh, people cry, it didn't take long to understand
D G Em A
Why every pew was full, there's a lot of good souls made better for knowing him
[Chorus]
G A
And now I'm one of them
D G Em A
When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
D G Em A
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
Bm F#m G F#m Em A D
And I hope I leave half as much love be- hind when it's my time
[Instrumental]
| (G) | (Em) | (A)
Em F#m Bm A
Felt a hand on my back, turned a- round, someone asked, "Did you know him well?"
G
And I said, "Yeah, well enough to know"
D G Em A
When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
D G Em A
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
Bm F#m G F#m Em A D
And I hope I leave half as much love be- hind when it's my time
D
Ooh, when it's my time
[Intro]
| (D) | (G) | (Em) | (A) | x 2
[Verse]
D G Em A
I was late for work, had to pull to the side while a funeral train of cars drove by
D G Em A
With their lights on, it was just my luck, it went on and on for miles
D G Em A
I kept checkin' my watch, grittin' my teeth, then suddenly it dawned on me
D G Em A
That who- ever this is, is gonna be missed for a long, long time,
[Chorus]
G A
It got me thinking
D G Em A
When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
D G Em A
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
Bm F#m G F#m Em A D
And I hope I leave half as much love be- hind when it's my time
[Instrumental]
| (G) | (Em) | (A)
[Verse]
D G Em A
So I followed that last car down to the church, took off my ball cap, tucked in my shirt
D G Em A
I just had to see what kind of life could cause such as traffic jam
D G Em A
Heard story after story, people laugh, people cry, it didn't take long to understand
D G Em A
Why every pew was full, there's a lot of good souls made better for knowing him
[Chorus]
G A
And now I'm one of them
D G Em A
When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
D G Em A
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
Bm F#m G F#m Em A D
And I hope I leave half as much love be- hind when it's my time
[Instrumental]
| (G) | (Em) | (A)
Em F#m Bm A
Felt a hand on my back, turned a- round, someone asked, "Did you know him well?"
G
And I said, "Yeah, well enough to know"
D G Em A
When it's my time to go, the end of my road I hope it looks like this
D G Em A
200 cars stretched out as far as the hearts I touched while I lived
Bm F#m G F#m Em A D
And I hope I leave half as much love be- hind when it's my time
D
Ooh, when it's my time
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