Shovels & Rope - Forsaken blues

Well d^Did you come to here to make an account Come here to make renown on my abu^Gses Wi^Dll you bare instead the devastated we^D7ight of my mis^Guses Di^Cd you ever load a g^Gun and po^Cint it at so^Emmeone A b^Cond to ne^Gver ^Embe und^Cone Well, you're w^Grong you're wr^Dong n^Gow Well for^Dgive me my disservice If my efforts were in earnest I was ly^Ging And it was thi^Devery and fornication That de^D7livered me from inclination satis^Gfying Ne^Cver did the sun go d^Gown W^Cithout another one coming ar^Emound I^Clluminat^Ge what could n^Emot be fo^Cund Yo^Gu're wrong you're w^Drong n^Gow You're wr^Emoooooonnnnnn^Gg (X 3) N^Dow Well my he^Dart was quick to harden When I was kicked out of the garden was I for^Gsaken' I was wa^Emshed with a load of shame With only myself to blame was I mi^Gstaken Ba^Cby, you called my b^Gluff I ^Cwas never good en^Emough I was m^Cade from ^Glazy w^Emeaker st^Cuff, well you're wr^Gong, you're wr^Dong, you're w^Emrong, You're w^Crong, You're w^Grong, You're w^Drong n^Gow