Ian Noe - Letter to madeline

Looked like a hundred ^Emguns held on^D me Hunkered by the s^Amhed of Detroit Gen^Ceral & Com^Empany Calling, boy co^Dme out, we have you ja^Ciled Beside the buck-shot do^Emor, I stood st^Dill Wondering how the h^Amell the bastards fo^Cund me in those ^Emhills And clinging to a le^Dtter that I wish I'd ma^Ciled

Go rest e^Emasy, Madel^Dine I'm brin^Dmging down the ba^Amnk across this flo^Coded county l^Emine And when I get h^Dome, we'll have a grand old t^Cime But don't you shed no te^Emars or be surpr^Dised If you get the w^Amord that y^Gour wild^C man has up and d^Emied Just set me up a st^Done on that high hil^Clside

Now in the pouring s^Emnow, sad, but swi^Dft I headed down the hi^Amghway Hoping that the bur^Cden of my blues would ^Emlift And praying that the wh^Diskey would keep me b^Crave Oh, but I got c^Emaught in the co^Dld Looking like a h^Amobo without n^Go m^Cercy from the ^Emroad And feeling like a de^Dad man without a gr^Cave

Go rest e^Emasy, Ma^Ddeline I'm brin^Dmging down the b^Amank across this fl^Cooded county ^Emline And when I get h^Dome, we'll have a grand old t^Cime But don't you shed no t^Emears or be surp^Drised If you get the wo^Amrd that yo^Gur wild^C man has up and d^Emied Just set me up a st^Done on that high hil^Clside

^COh my, oh m^Emy [Interlude] Em D Am C Em D C

Bloodied-up and c^Emhained, my legs pinned d^Down I woke to find my f^Amate in the hands of four m^Cen gathered '^Emround And cursing for the ^Dbag they knew I'd ^Chid And the more they stomped and ^Emmoaned, the more I p^Drayed Feeling every s^Ampark flying off of that f^Cile and their rusted b^Emlade Said, better think it ^Dthrough, this is your last chance, ^Ckid

Go rest e^Emasy, Ma^Ddeline I'm brin^Dmging down the b^Amank across this fl^Cooded county ^Emline And when I get h^Dome, we'll have a grand old t^Cime But don't you shed no t^Emears or be surp^Drised If you get the wo^Amrd that yo^Gur wild^C man has up and d^Emied Just set me up a st^Done on that high hil^Clside