The Dead South - Boots

^CSeven long ye^Gars, I wai^Cted for y^Gou ^CYou played your ^Ggames, I pla^Dyed Mine ^Emtoo Whi^Ble I wait for ^Emyou ^CCourting call^Gs and lo^Cts of hu^Grt ^CGirls are cry^Ging and I'm lying^D in The^Em dirt Try^Bing to make this ^Emwork I'^B7m a big jer^Emk, fo^B7oled by your sm^Emirk

^CPulled out your g^Gun, shoot^Cing me With wor^Gds ^CRight through the ^Ghead, oh, ju^Dst Like I dese^Emrve ^B7Throw me to the cu^Emrb ^CAll them old^G folks ^CGathering round m^Ge ^CPoint and laug^Gh, oh, whil^De they Watch me b^Emleed I^B7'm starting to b^Emelieve T^B7his is not a dre^Emam C^B7ompletely obsen^Eme

^CBury m^Ge, in the cold^C hard grou^Gnd ^CThrow my bo^Gdy in ^DWhile I'm lying d^Emown ^B7Then you steal my c^Emrown ^CBefore you lea^Gve me ^CLying in the d^Girt ^CTake off my boo^Gts And g^Dive em to the he^Emrd ^B7All them sad wor^Emds ^B7Beaten and distu^Emrbed ^B7Company deserve^Emd

^CTake off my bo^Gots ^BAnd I will love^Em you