Andy Shauf - My dear helen

M^Fy dear Helen it's been a wh^Bbile since we've talked C^Dmharlie and I haven't been ^Gmup to a whole lot He's sl^Bbowing down a little and my kn^Gmee's acting up Yeah we're q^Bbuite a pair of geezers moving slower than molasses You'd be lau^Gmghing if you saw us, you a^Clways loved to tease

I d^Fug up an old bottle of your ras^Bbpberry wine So I'm slo^Dmuched out on the porch swing just t^Gmaking my time My m^Bbind keeps turning out these^Gm pictures of you You were^Bb dancing in the kitchen and I was enjoying my view Oh^Gm Charlie was squirming just t^Cwo steps behind you

M^Fy dear Helen do you r^Bbemember when you said That you'd be ^Dmwaiting at the gates so you could s^Gmneak me in? Well it s^Bbure was funny but it still ca^Gmught in my throat And when I t^Bbhink about it now, it still makes me choke And I w^Gmonder if those gates would ever o^Cpen up for me

H^Felen my dear, I do have^Bb something to tell I don't^Dm know how to start so I ^Gmguess I just will See, these n^Bbights have been hot, it's that m^Gmuggy sort of air Doesn't l^Bbet me get to sleep so I usually just lie there On t^Gmop of my quilt with Cha^Crlie by my feet

La^Fst night as I laid there fru^Bbstrated and tired I was s^Dmat up in my bed by the he^Gmns starting wild I thought 'That^Bb fox is back again, he's gonna r^Gmob me blind I don't k^Bbnow how he gets in but I'd better make him fly' So I t^Gmook my leaning rifle out the d^Coor

I fi^Fred off a shot aiming far i^Bbnto the heat And as so^Dmon as it was flying I felt w^Gmeak in my knees I heard sh^Bboes turning gravel and then ti^Gmres spitting rocks I heard a g^Bbasp for air and my sto^Gmmach tied in knots

We wandered out slow but my hea^Gmrt was breaking ribs I cou^Bbldn't hear nothing and there was a gi^Gmrl lying twisted My han^Bbds were trembling and I fe^Gmlt that she was limp Her pul^Bbse wasn't tapping so I felt s^Gmick to my stomach Char^Bblie was frozen, so I w^Gment for a shovel And I bu^Bbried her body, I didn't kn^Gmow what else to do If I'd only ai^Bbmed a little higher if I'd only tho^Gmught before I fired I hope G^Bbod can forgive me, I hope for yo^Gmu to forgive me too I'm ju^Bbst a tired old man just wa^Gmiting to join you So he^Bbre I am slouched on this o^Gmld porch swing Thinki^Bbng about heaven, thinking about e^Gmverything So be wai^Bbting by those gates, you might need to sn^Gmeak me in I don't k^Bbnow how they feel about us acc^Gmidental killers I don't kn^Bbow how they feel about us ti^Gmred old men I don't kn^Bbow how they feel about us ti^Gmred old murdering men I don't kn^Bbow how they feel about us tir^Gmed old murdering men