Tom: C C F G [Verse 1] C F He went up on the mountain, to hear the old man play, G C and everything about him was steeped in the old time way. C F The sound he made was stirring, it was magic it was fun, G C when asked what it was called back when he smiled and he said son. [Chorus] G They called it music. In the church house in the fields, F C it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal. G F It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark C G C and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music. [Verse 2] C F Our fathers fathers fiddle tunes on Saturdays in town, G C stayed in our heads and hearts all week, until it came back around. C F I swear the ghosts are with me, I can feel them when I play. G C It wasn't all about the money like it is today. [Chorus] G They called it music. In the church house in the fields, F C it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal. G F It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark C G C and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music. [Verse 3] C F Oh he didn't need to read a word, to memorize a hymn, G C way down in your soul you know a seed was sown in then. C F There's a power in those old songs, I hope will never fade. G C Some love em' like their children and don't let them get away. [Chorus] G They called it music. In the church house in the fields, F C it was honest it was simple and it helped the hard times heal. G F It was music, they sang it deep down in the mines, in dark C G C and lonesome prison cells, behind battle lines. They called it music.