Steve Earle - The kind

^DTell me a story 'bout a ^Afella with a ^Dmaj7crazy d^Dream ^DEverybody tells him that ^Ait won't a^Dmaj7mount to^D anything ^BmHe fires the shot ^F#mheard around the world ^GHe wins the prize and g^Dets the girl ^DThat's the kind of story ^AI like – the kind t^Dmaj7hat makes y^Dou think

^DSing me a song about a c^Aowboy with a^Dmaj7n achin' h^Deart ^DRidin' along the lonesome ^Aprairie 'b^Dmaj7out to fall^D apart ^BmEvery time those d^F#moggies moan ^GHe doesn't feel so a^Dll alone ^DThat's the kind of song that I^A like – the kind^Dmaj7 that breaks y^Dour heart

^DPaint me a picture of a g^Airl with a^Dmaj secret smi^Dle ^DLookin' back at ya 'cros^As the year^Dmaj7s through ancient ^Deyes ^BmYou're standin' there ^F#mlike an open door ^G'Cause she's seen it ^Dall before ^DThat's the kind of picture ^AI like – the kind^Dmaj7 that makes yo^Du sigh