Tim McGraw, "Number 37405" (intro) E (verse) E C#m Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning A E From a cold solitary prison cell E C#m And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad A B Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill (chorus) B A Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing E Emaj7 C#m He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives E B E He dreamed of being somebody, now he's number 37405 (verse) E C#m Well she used to come and see him, every other weekend A E And bring him all the news from way back home E It's been two birthdays since he's kissed her, C#m Five seconds since he's missed her A B Now the perfume on those letters ain't that strong (chorus) B A He's got too much time to think about the night he had too much to drink E Emaj7 C#m And all his buddies, they begged him not to drive E B A Mr. Life of the Party, he's now number 37405 (instrumental) A C#m B C#m, A C#m B (verse) E C#m Old judge on the bench said, "Son, your crime's got consequences." A E It's what he told him, fifteen years ago E C#m He took a life and that's a fact, he'd give his own to give it back A B Today's the day he finally gets parole B A He turns in them prison clothes, and stands there at the fork in the road E Emaj7 C#m And mama prays and waits while he decides B And the angels close their eyes... E C#m Listens to the birds sing on a perfect autumn morning A E Just down the road, rings an old church bell (instrumental-out) 6x C#m A E,