A D G
The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm.
A D
I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in
G
his car.
A D G
So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast.
A D
Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the
G
most.
D A G D A G
And hell will have to pay, I went a little bit too far I'd say.
A D G
Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar.
A D
Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the
G
stars.
A D
For when I woke a spanish cross, was reachin' for my
G
hand.
A D
Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn't
G
understand.
D A G D A
And there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place I
G
found.
D Bmin7add9 A G
Where I can lay my head in town.
A D G
Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change.
A D
Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the
G
rain.
A D G
So borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side.
A D
I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to
G
die.
D A G
But not me, this time.
D A G
I left the trouble far behind.
D Bmin7add9 A G
And he tied his arm off one more time.
A D G
The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm.
