Nothing 
by Chris Mundy 
mundymusic@hotmail.com 
© 1997 Mundy Music 

When I lay my old head down for the very last time 
All my trophies of bronze and gold are no longer mine 

If this is all I had and if this is all there is to me 
I had nothing, nothing at all, I had nothing 

My best shirt and my cleanest tie, dressed up in the grave 
All the places that hold my wealth, all miles away 

And if this is all I had and if this is all there is to me 
I had nothing, nothing at all, I had nothing 

More money than all my fingers slowly turn to dust 
Every penny I held within them, nothing without love 

When I have nothing here, I see my Makers face 
I dream of what his words will be when I leave this place 


Verse- C F 
Chorus- G F G F 
C F C F 
Bridge- Am F Dm G 
Am F Dm G/F G 

© Chris Mundy 1997