Pine Box(Keyboard chords)

	        
Intro: F Bb F C F 

 

F 
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine 
                     C         F 
she's been gone for nearly a year 
The river would overflow 
                                      C     F 
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear 


Vers. 
It was the year of ought one and our life had begun 
    Bb                     F 
no perils could make us distraught 
Together we stood through bad and through good 
                  C             F 
no hardships that couldn't be fought 
She fell ill one dark winter's night 
   Bb               F 
and before too long she passed 
It would prove to be true my whole life through 
              C          F 
that nothing good would last 


F 
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine 
                    C       F 
she's been gone for nearly a year 
The river would overflow 
                                     Cm     F 
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear
 

Vers. 
It all ended that day when I saw her ride away 
       Bb                      F 
in the back of that long black hearse 
I remember so well my personal hell 
began on this here Earth 
                                       Bb                 F 
I've half the heart I used to have and half the will to go on 
I've got half a mind to drink myself blind 
    C        Fm      F 
now that my darlin' is gone 


 
F 
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine 
                    C       F 
she's been gone for nearly a year 
The river would overflow 
                                     Cm     F 
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear 


Vers. 
Now the winter's teeth are biting down 
        Bb               F 
and it chills me to the bone 
To think about that cold mattress 
              C   F 
and sleeping all alone 
So now I know what I must do 
      Bb                  F 
the path ahead of me is clear 
I must join her now wherever she's at 
                       C     F 
'cause I ain't doin' no good here 

 

F 
In a box made of pine lays the sweet love of mine 
                   Ab       F 
she's been gone for nearly a year 
The river would overflow 
                                      C     F 
if only I could trade a raindrop for every tear

	        

Written by William Elliott Whitmore