The Dead South - Gunslingers glory

C^Amreep and crawl until you fall i^Dmnto that old dark room Where you le^Fft your sins and al^El of your friends St^Amaring back the old man's lies as^Dm he watched you drown You g^Fet up and you just sp^Elash around ^{Am Dm F E} N^Amever really knowing why t^Dmhey won't understand As you h^Fang from the tree with that l^Eook of despair P^Amulling out your guns and b^Dmlast another round Oh one of^F these days you^E got your you got your c^Amrown ^Dm Wo^Fah oh oh ^Ewoah

I^Am want to be the very best B^Eest there ever is T^Amhe quickest draw The toughest motherf^Fucker in these l^Eands I^Am want to be the very best B^Eest there ever is T^Amhe quickest draw The toughest motherf^Fucker in these... Am Dm F E x2 lands

G^Amoing around every day ^Dmas I shoot away Taking 'e^Fm on down to their knees to ^Epray M^Amake my way up to the top a^Dms I knew I would Being a g^Funslinger is a glory and g^Eoddamn goddamn it's g^Amood^Dm W^Foah oh oh ^Ewoah

I^Am want to be the very best B^Eest there ever is T^Amhe quickest draw The toughest motherf^Fucker in these l^Eands I^Am want to be the very best B^Eest there ever is T^Amhe quickest draw The toughest motherf^Fucker in these... l^Eands

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Slow On These Two

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Well I g^Amot my wish I was the best The o^Dmnly problem is I'm l^Faying on the cold cement With a^E bullet... in my h^Amead I^Dmn my head I^Fn my head N^Eow I'm dead