Standard (EADGBE)

 The old man used to tell me, when I was just a boy

 He was blessed because he had a job that he enjoyed

 Not everyone would like it, but to him the main appeal

Was the breathing of the bellows, and the ringing of the steel

(1)

I started working early, holding horses for my pa

It was a little town we lived; only one man had a car

And the old man used to watch him, whenever he drove past

He said its just a fad you know its never gonna last

(Chord Progression (2))

All around the forge the old man strolled

Grabbed a bit of iron and shoved it in the coals

He was good at what he did, and he cut end on a steel

Amongst the breathing of the bellows and the ringing of the steel

(1)

The old mans head got greyer, but it didnt slow him down

He kept on shoeing horses that were brought from round the town

He showed me bits and pieces, and before too long

I could make a decent set of shoes and shape and whack them on

(2)

Wed sometimes have a shoeing race, and sweat from start to end

The old man was the master but sometimes hed let me win

And a crowed of eager passer-bys would watch the mad ordeal

Amongst the breathing of the bellows and the ringing of the steel

(1)

After years of teaching, after years of toil

The old man was buried deep in mountain soil

I kept on with the shoeing, but the job was in recess

The old man wasnt right about the motor car I guess

(2)

Now Ive all but had it, and the forge is very quiet

But I heat the coals up now and then and tinker round inside

I do it for the old man, and remember how Id feel

Amongst the breathing of the bellows, and the ringing of the steel

 The ringing of the steel