William Hill Cifras

[Verse 1]
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I came into town on Sunday and I was lookin' for the Lord
F                            C                               G
I'd walked all the way from Archer since the day he stole my horse
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All them days to get that thing to get on up and ride
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And I'll be damned if that old man will get away this time
 
 
[Verse 2]
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Now hell is close to Harlan, I believe they're both the same
F                      C                              G
I fell in love with a Harlan girl that took my breath away
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She wanted her a family and that's one thing I can't do
  F                            C                   G      Am
'Cause I was raised to ramble and my ramblin' days ain't through
 
 
[Chorus]
  C                                 Am
Some goddamn days out here on these streets
F                            C                    Am
With a pistol in my pocket, boys, it don't bother me
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To take you down if you ever cross the line
F                           C                  G            Am
And I'd run off with your money, you won't need it when you die
 
 
[Verse 3]
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Now the road is mighty ornery but it ain't as mean as me
  F                              C                          G
And I've turned into a stranger to the boy who left the creek
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But I reckon if I'm lucky that I just might make it home
F                              C               G     Am
Get a handle on my drinking, straighten up and die alone
 
 
[Chorus]
 C                                    Am
Some goddamn days out here on these streets
F                       C                         G
With a pistol in my pocket, boys, it don't bother me
 C                                       Am
To take you down if you ever cross the line
 F                            C             G                Am
And I'd run off with your money, you won't need it when you die
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