The Dead South - Gunslingers glory

^DbmCreep and crawl ^Gbmuntil you fall ^Ainto that old dark room Where you left your sins and all of your f^Abriends ^DbmStaring back the old man's lies ^Gbmas he watched you drown You get ^Aup and you just ^Absplash around^{Dbm Gbm A Ab}

^DbmNever really knowing why, ^Gbmthey won't understand As you ^Ahang from the tree with that ^Ablook of despair ^DbmPulling out your guns and ^Gbmblast another round Oh, ^Aone of these days you ^Abgot your, you got your ^Dbmcrow^Gbmn ^{A Ab}

I ^Dbmwant to be the very best ^AbBest there ever is The ^Dbmquickest draw The toughest mother^Afucker in these ^Ablands I ^Dbmwant to be the very best ^AbBest there ever is The ^Dbmquickest draw The toughest mother^Afucker in these... lands

^DbmGoing around every day ^Gbmas I shoot away Taking 'em ^Aon down to their knees to ^Abpray ^DbmMake my way up to the top, ^Gbmas I knew I would Being a ^Agunslinger is a glory and ^Abgoddamn, goddamn it's ^Dbmgood^{Gbm A Ab}

^DbmWell I got my wish, I was the best The ^Gbmonly problem is ^AI'm laying on the cold cement With ^Aba bullet... in ^Dbmmy head In ^Gbmmy head In ^Amy head Now ^AbI'm dead