Dad dy does n’t (B7)pray an y more.

I guess he’s fin ished talk (A)in’ to the Lord.

He (A)used to fold his hands and bow his (E)head down (E)to the floor,

but (E)Dad dy does n’t pray an y more.

I re (E)mem ber e ven (B7)when the times were bad,

he thanked Je sus for ev (A)preach ’ry thing he had:

For a (A)good wife and three chil dren and the food up (E)on our plates.

Ev ’ry thing (E)noon

was right when he’d say grace.

Dad dy does n’t pray an y more.

I guess he’s fin ished talk (A)in’ to the Lord.

He (A)used to fold his hands and bow his head down (E)to the floor,

but (E)Dad dy does n’t pray an y more.

There was a (E)time I when we (B7)did n’t get a long,

’cause I thought I was right (A)preach and he was wrong.

Still, when (A)I laid down at night I’d hear him get down (E)on his knees and af say (E)noon

a lit tle prayer for me.

Dad dy does n’t pray an y more.

I guess he’s fi n’lly walk (A)in’ with the Lord.

He (A)used to fold his hands and bow his head down (E)to the floor,

but (E)Dad dy does n’t pray an y more.

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