Ron Pope - Im never letting you go

^CThree hundred seventeen miles from flagstaff, ^Flosing what's left of my mi^Cnd. L^Cive like a Junky, Gypsy trade when ch^Fasing a ghost I can't fi^Cnd. ^CThe Desert is burning and hope, man she whispers at ni^Fght like a trembling f^Clame. ^AmAnd I am afraid of the demon inside me the mons^Fter that runs through m^Cy veigns.

^GOh, oh oh^Am oh. ^FI'm never letting you ^Cgo ^GOh, oh oh^Am oh. ^FI'm never letting you ^Cgo.

^CThe tracks that I ride on were laid down before me by ^Fmen who became something el^Cse, ^AmNashville and Memphis they ground them to ashes and c^Fast them as angels from h^Cell. ^CAnd I'm not afraid of the day that I'll die, ^Fand I can't say that I've ever b^Ceen, ^Amjust thoughts of the woman that I leave behind that ^Fmade me repent for my sin^Cs.

^GOh, oh oh^Am oh. ^FI'm never letting you ^Cgo ^GOh, oh oh^Am oh. ^FI'm never letting you ^Cgo.

^GOh, oh oh^Am oh. ^FI'm never letting you ^Cgo ^GOh, oh oh^Am oh. ^FI'm never letting you ^Cgo.