Dan Tyminski - Goat

                CAPO: 2nd FRET

[Intro]
D D Dsus4 D
D D Dsus4 D
D D Dsus4 D
D D Dsus4 Dsus4


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E ------------------|------------------|------------------|------------------|---|


[Verse]
D               C                       G            C
 Young William lived his life inside a world nobody knew
D               C                 G                     C
 Darkness all around him, wasn't smart enough for school
D                 C                    G                 C
 Kids called him names, what a cryin' shame they didn't understand
D                      C             G
 But once he got that guitar in his hands


[Chorus]
                D
They called him G.O.A.T.
     G           A      D
The Greatest Of All Ti-ime
                      G       A
Blind Billy with his fingers flyin'
           D                 G        D         E7    A
You could almost close your eyes and smell the smoke

                D      D G A D  G A D
They called him G.O.A.T.


[Verse]
D                 C              G
I drove down the dirt roads out past the county line

   C       D
E ---------2-
B ---------3-
G ---------2-
D ---------0-
A -3-2-0---x-
E -------3-x-

D                     C              G            C
To see that child of God born deaf, dumb and blind
D D               C               G             C
 Sittin' on that back porch in a field tobacco green

   C       D
E ---------2-
B ---------3-
G ---------2-
D ---------0-
A -3-2-0---x-
E -------3-x-

D          C            G
 Behold a miracle, the best I've ever seen


[Chorus]
                D
They called him G.O.A.T.
     G           A      D
The Greatest Of All Ti-ime
                      G       A
Blind Billy with his fingers flyin'
           D                 G                  E7    A
You could almost close your eyes and smell the smoke

                D
They called him G.O.A.T.
        G            A      D
He had peace in his own mi-ind
                  G       A
With no stage and no spotlight
     D                   G                 E7   A
The greatest picker the world would never know
             D
They called him G.O.A.T.


[Instrumental]
G A D
G A D
G   E7   A

D   G A D
G A D
G   E7   A


[Outro]
                D
They called him G.O.A.T.
 G           A      D     G A D
Greatest Of All Ti-iiiime
 G           A      D    G A D    G A D
Greatest Of All Ti-iiiiiiime

G  A  D
G  A  D