Key: F# D D7 G E G D7 Sometimes life can lead you in a lonely, hopeless race G I know I'd have trouble keeping up my neighbor's pace D D7 But when we're dead, no one's ahead, the race belongs to God G And he evens up the difference beneath six feet of sod C A7 D In time, six feet of sod will make us all the same A7 D D7 God will play no favorites to our wisdom, wealth, or fame G D He cuts to size each man who dies, we'll all bеlong to God D7 G And he evens up thе difference beneath six feet of sod
D7 G C A7 D In time, six feet of sod will make us all the same A7 D D7 God will play no favorites to our wisdom, wealth, or fame G D D7 And every man must make a stand alone before his God G And he evens up the difference beneath six feet of sod
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