A [VERSE]A G A I built my own chains in the land of the freeB E A slave to a job that meant nothing to meA G A With three shiny new cars and a split level homeG A To furnish the tomb I was dying to ownD Then one day I wakened with fear in my eyeA E Aware of a world that was passing me byA G A And I knew that my savings of silver and goldG A Would mean not a thing when my body was cold [CHORUS]A D A Because life is a song for the dying to singB E It's got to have feeling to mean anythingA D A And a man can get by without silver or goldG A With bread for the body and song for the soul [INTERLUDE] A G x3 [VERSE]A G A I'm living my life by the lessons I've learnedB E And not looking back at the bridges I've burnedA G A 'Cause the time that we travel from cradle to graveG A Was meant to be spent and not meant to be savedD And I know there are some who will say I'm a foolA E But I don't give a damn for the people that doA G A 'Cause if down in a dungeon is where they belongG A Well, that's their misfortune and none of my own [CHORUS]A D A Because life is a song for the dying to singB E It's got to have feeling to mean anythingA D A And a man can get by without silver or goldG A With bread for the body and song for the soul
Bread For The Body
Kris Kristofferson
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