The .357 STring Band - Til peace or hell

Well ^Emhere I ^Gam, g^Amoing down down down ^B And n^Emo one around's^G gonna catch ^Amme when I fall ^{B Em}And here I ^Gam sinkin'^Am further into the pit^B As I thi^Emnk to ^Gmyself "Would ^Amthis really be t^Bhe end?"

And ^Emnow the devil's come to c^Glaim his ^Emown So I'll be gone before t^Goo l^Emong It's one more whiskey, lord, o^Gne more ^Emsong H^Dere's to you, now I go^Gtta roll^Em on ^{G Am B Em G Am}

I've spent my t^Emime on this ^Gearth searching ^Amfor some kind of ^Bpeace Shot my l^Emove into my ^Gveins searching ^Amfor that sweet r^Belease Yeah I've ^Emspent my time ^Gtryin' to find a ^Amway to kill my ^Btime With my h^Emeart on my s^Gleeve and my ^Amwoes and my r^Bhymes

And ^Emnow the devil's come to c^Glaim his o^Emwn So I'll be gone before t^Goo l^Emong It's one more whiskey, l^Gord,^Em one more song H^Dere's to you, now I go^Gtta roll^Em on ^{G Am} Go^Btta rol^Eml on ^{G Am}

Well I s^Empent so many s^Gleepless nights, so ma^Amny nights I've gone insane ^B This world^Em has left m^Ge weary with a ^Amfever in my ^Bbrain My ^Emmind is blank, my ^Gbody's broke, my ^Amlife's a ticking ^Bclock 'Till peace or ^Emhell this is the ^Gpath I chose and it's the ^Ampath that I must ^Bwalk

And the d^Emevil's come to c^Glaim his ^Emown So I'll be gone before t^Goo l^Emong It's one more whiskey, lord, ^Gone more ^Emsong ^DHere's to you, now ^GI gotta r^Emoll on ^{G Am}

^BGotta roll ^Emon... ^{G Am B}Gotta roll ^Emon... ^{G Am}