Number 37405 Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw, "Number 37405"
(intro)
[E]
(verse)
Oh, he [E]listens to the countdown, [C#m]every Sunday morning
[A] [E]
[E]And the music from his radio is like [C#m]freedom down a dirt toad
[A]Makes that eight by ten a brighter [B]hill
(chorus)
[B]Before he started doing all the [A]hard time that he's doing
He was [E]singing in them [Emaj7]honky-tonks and [C#m]dives
He [E]dreamed of being somebody, now he's[B] number 3740[E]5
(verse)
Well she [E]used to come and see him, every [C#m]other weekend
And [A]bring him all the news from way back [E]home
It's been two [E]birthdays since he's kissed her,
Five [C#m]seconds since he's missed her
Now the [A]perfume on those letters ain't that [B]strong
(chorus)
[B]He's got too much time to think about the [A]night he had too much to drink
And all his [E]buddies, they [Emaj7]begged him not to [C#m]drive
Mr. [E]Life of the Party, he's now[B] number 3740[A]5
(instrumental)
A C#m B C#m, A C#m B
(verse)
[E]Old judge on the bench said, "Son, your [C#m]crime's got consequences."
It's [A]what he told him, fifteen years [E]ago
He took a [E]life and that's a fact, he'd give his [C#m]own to give it back
[A]Today's the day he finally gets [B]parole
He [B]turns in them prison clothes, and [A]stands there at the fork in the road
And [E]mama prays and [Emaj7]waits while he [C#m]decides
And the angels close their [B]eyes...
[E]Listens to the birds sing on a [C#m]perfect autumn morning
Just [A]down the road, rings an old church [E]bell
(instrumental-out)
6x
C#m A E,
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