Intro:
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Verse 1:
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He was more than just a decent man, best friend I ever had
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When you're shooting at a coffee can, a thirty eight don't kick that bad
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But it kicks right through my bones every second of every day
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Clacking by like cobblestones under broken wheels
Verse 2:
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And if the truth be known, I wasn't doing that well
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I wasn't paying attention, I brought it on myself
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And I blamed it on the gods that seemed to smile on everybody else
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I got so inside out, I didn't know what was real
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My fields are empty now
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My ground won't take the plow
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It's washed down to gravel and stones
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It's only good for burying bones
Instrumental:
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Verse 3:
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I took the pistol off the wall, somebody hollered, 'Put it back
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Sit down, dad, before you fall down, you got no earthly use for that'
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But I slipped out the kitchen door, saddled up the sway backed mule
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Cinched her tight and swung on board, rode off like a drunken fool
Verse 4:
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Rode right on off the world, just like it never mattered none
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There wasn't nothing but me and the hurt, and the biting cold, and the heft of that gun
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In the pocket of a sheepskin coat, moonlight in a madman's eye
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For the unfairness of it all, surely something had to die
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My fields are empty now
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My ground won't take the plow
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It's washed down to gravel and stones
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It's only good for burying bones
Instrumental:
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Bridge:
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He came out in the lantern light, his face in the flash was the last I saw
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Of the world when it was still right, I didn't watch it fall
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I knew I'd hit him good, twice in the chest without a thought
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Turned the mule towards the county seat, like I knew I ought
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My fields are empty now
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My ground won't take the plow
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It's washed down to gravel and stones
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It's only good for burying bones
G A Bm A G
My fields are empty now
A Bm
My ground won't take the plow
D G A Bm
It's washed down to gravel and stones
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It's only good for burying bones
Instrumental
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Verse 5:
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Lola comes to visit, just nothing I can say
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We sit here of an afternoon 'til it's time for her to go away
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She rides home on that same mule that brought me to this place
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Don't know how she even stands to look upon her daddy's face
Verse 6:
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He was more than just a decent man, best friend I ever had
D A G A
When you're shooting at a coffee can, a thirty eight don't kick that bad