A D A E A X2 
 
A                    D       A 
Brand new shoes they hurt my feet 
                E       A 
This necktie is chokin' me 
               D      A              
Cuttin' off my air supply 
               E       A 
When I hang my head to cry 
               E        A 
When I hang my head and cry. 
 

A              D       A 
I see tears on daddy's face 
                   E       A 
Someone's hummin', Amazin' Grace 
                   D         A 
Rain beats on this graveside tent 
                   E     A 
Preacher swears he did repent 
                   E     A    Ab 
Preacher swears he did repent. 
 
Chorus: 
        E              A 
They've got him layin' there in pinstripes 
D                  A       E 
How'd they get him in that suit 
  D                   A 
I guess the Lord with recognize him 
                E        A 
Without his overalls and mules 
E               A 
They all say he looks so natural 
D              A         E 
All I see is a cold dark hole 
  D                 A 
I won't commit this day to memory 
                       E      A 
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know 
                       E      A 
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know. 
 

B E B F#m B X2 
 
        B                E          B 
Ya know no tractor never pulled his plow  
                          F#m        B 
He walked and cussed, and loved that ground 
                     E      B 
His hands sowed each single seed 
                         F#m       B 
Then prayed for rain and fight the weeds 
                    F#m       B 
Prayed for rain and fight the weeds. 
 

            B            E        B 
He said the simple life, suits me fine 
                         F#m    B 
Never dreamed beyond the county line 
                E       B 
Grandma was his boyhood bride 
                     F#m    B 
He'll be back in her arms tonight 
                         F#m    B     Bb 
He'll sleep there in her arms tonight. 
 
Chorus2: 
        F#m            B 
They've got him layin' there in pinstripes 
E                  B       F#m 
How'd they get him in that suit 
  E                   B 
I guess the Lord with recognize him 
                F#m      B 
Without his overalls and mules 
F#m             B 
They all say he looks so natural 
E              B         F#m 
All I see is a cold dark hole 
  E                 B 
I won't commit this day to memory 
                       F#m    B 
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know. 
     

     F#m             B 
They played a pretty organ number 
E                B        F#m 
Swore it was his favorite tune 
E              B 
I know he'd prefer a fiddle  
              F#m     B 
Playin' Carol Country Blues. 
 
 
F#m             B 
They all say he looks so natural 
E              B         F#m 
All I see is a cold dark hole 
  E                 B 
I won't commit this day to memory 
                       F#m    B 
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know 
                       F#m    B 
That ain't The Grandpa That I Know. 
 

B E B F#m B X8