Intro: F Dm Am Verse 1:F Dm Am My boy builds coffins with hammers and nailsF Dm Am He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sailsF Dm Am He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairsF Dm Am He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care Verse 2 - same chords -: My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor Kings and queens have all knocked on his door Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please Chorus:F Dm Am My boy builds coffins he makes them all dayF Dm Am But it's not just for work and it isn't for playF Dm He's made one for himselfAm One for me tooF Dm Am One of these days he'll make oneF Dm Am For you-------F Dm Am For you-------F Dm Am For you-------F Dm Am For you------- Verse 3: My boy builds coffins for better or worse Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse He fits them together in sunshine or rain Each one is unique, no two are the same Verse 4: My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame That when each one's been made, he can't see it again He crafts every one with love and with care Then it's thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair Chorus:F Dm Am My boy builds coffins he makes them all dayF Dm Am But it's not just for work and it isn't for playF Dm He's made one for himselfAm One for me tooF Dm Am One of these days he'll make oneF Dm Am For you-------F Dm Am For you-------F Dm Am For you-------F Dm Am For you-------
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