Drive-By Truckers - When the pin hits the shell

You can l^Gie to your mama you can l^Die to your race But you can't l^Gie to nobody with that c^Cold steel in your face And the s^Game God you were so afraid was gonna^D send you to Hell Is the sa^Gme one you're gonna answer to when the p^Cin hits the shell... ^G

Well your s^Gister's been blamin' everyb^Dody And I don't b^Glame her, man I guess I'd do the s^Came If you were my b^Grother, man I'd probably stand b^Dy you But you ai^Gn't, man so I got to go my w^Cay

And I ain't gonna c^Emrawl up on no high horse Cause I g^Dot thrown off of one When I was y^Goung, and I ain't no cowboy So I ain't g^Coing where I don't belong It wo^Emuldn't do you no good to let you know That it d^Damn near killed me too So I ain't gonna m^Gourn for you, man Now that you're g^Cone

Me and y^Gou, we liked our pills and our w^Dhiskey But you d^Gon't want your head full of either one When the h^Couse gets quiet and dark Feeling g^Good, it used to come so damn e^Dasy Racing t^Grains from Second Street to Ava^Clon Take a t^Emrip down memory lane if you don't s^Dee no friendly faces All the h^Gouses have been painted and nob^Cody knows your name It's en^Emough to make a man not want to ^Dbe nobody's daddy When all he t^Ghinks he's got left to hand down is guilt and s^Chame

And I ain't gonna c^Amrawl up on no high horse Cause I g^Emot thrown off of one When I was y^Goung, and I ain't no cowboy So I ain't g^Coing where I don't belong It wo^Amuldn't do you no good to let you know That it d^Emamn near killed me too So I ain't gonna m^Gourn for you, man Now that you're g^Cone

You can l^Gie to your mama you can l^Die to your race But you can't l^Gie to nobody with that c^Cold steel in your face And the s^Game God you were so afraid was gonna^D send you to Hell Is the sa^Gme one you're gonna answer to when the p^Cin hits the shell... ^G