THE STANFIELDS - DEATH AND TAXES CHORDS

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The Stanfields - Death & Taxes ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// 01. Jack of All Trades 02. Run on the Banks 03. Mrs. McGrath 04. Invisible Hands 05. The Road to Guysborough 06. The Boston States 07. Fox in the Heather 08. Blacktop Blues 09. Death & Taxes 10. Dunvegan's Drums - Additional credit to dzimozz and cquilliam ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 01. Jack of All Trades ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: 4 ------------------------------ [Verse 1]

I'm a ^DJack of all trades and a bastard son A ^Dburnt out slave and a master of none ^GA cog on a wheel in a dog and pony ^Dshow ^DBut if I won the lottery I'd be taken seriously With the ^Gkeys to the kingdom and a stock portfoli^Do ^G ^D

[Chorus]

No I ^Ddon't know ^Awhy I ^Emwait for pigs to ^Bmfly A ^Dnormal day for ^Athem is a ^Emmiracle for ^Ame The ^Dmaster makes the ^Arules And the ^Emmaster plays the ^Bmfools ^DAn ordinary ^Avoice in a ^F#msilent har^Bmmony Si^Alent harm^Bmony

[Verse 2]

^DLook at the Jones, they ain't sad at all They ^Dlove the wage, they hate us all They ^Gdance to the rhythm of a dark and distant ^Ddrone I ^Dcan't keep up with the Jones no more I ^Dcan't make rent when I had it before Now a ^Gbig wolf is at the door Looking for ^Dblood from ^Ga ^Dstone

[Chorus]

No I ^Ddon't know ^Awhy I ^Emwait for pigs to ^Bmfly A ^Dnormal day for t^Ahem is a ^Emmiracle for ^Ame The ^Dmaster makes the ^Arules And the ^Emmaster plays the ^Bmfools ^DAn ordinary ^Avoice in a ^F#msilent har^Bmmony Si^Alent harm^Bmony

[Solo] G Em Bm A G Em D A D [Verse 3]

^DShould I grow old before I die ^DJust another John Doe in debt to his eyes ^GChoking on the barrel of a gun run down my ^Dthroat ^DHeld by the master's invisible hands ^D"More, more, more!" the master commands ^G"Call in the lawyers, piss on the ants," I ^Dquote. N^Go ^Djoke

[Chorus]

[Outro] G Em Bm A G Em D A D A Em D ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 02. Run on the Banks ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: 5 ------------------------------ [Intro] (* means strum once) Am* Am* G* G* e|--------------------------------0-------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------0-------------------------------------------------| G|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|--------------2--2-0---0--2-2-2-----2--2-3-2-2-0--0-0--------0-0-0--------0-0---0-| A|-x-0-2/3-2--0--------3------------0-------------------3-2-3--------3-2-3------3---| E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G* Am e|------------------------------| B|------------------------------| G|------------------------------| D|---0-0-2-2-0-0-0--------------| A|-0---------------0-0-0-0-0----| E|---------------------------3--| Am G e|---------------------0-------------------------------------------------| B|---------------------0-------------------------------------------------| G|-----------------------------------------------------------------------| D|---2--2-0---0--2-2-2-----2--2-3-2-2-0--0-0--------0-0-0--------0-0---0-| A|-0--------3------------0-------------------3-2-3--------3-2-3------3---| E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------| Am e|-----------------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------------| G|-2h4-4-4-4---2h4-4-4-4---2-0-------------| D|-----------------------------2-0---------| A|---------------------------------2-0-----| E|-------------------------------------3---| [Verse 1]

^AmWhen I came home from the Anzio shore, I got me a job at a ^GShiretown store ^GI married up quick, we had the one son, my limit was hit and my ^Amrace was run ^AmWe raised him right and we put him through school, with a gentle embrace and an ^Giron rule ^GOur world was shattered when we lost our son, to the business end of a ^Amgangster's gun

[Chorus]

^CHow do you go from the ^FBernhardt ^CLine (a burned out light?) ^CTo chasing anonymous ^Gships in the night? ^CHow do you live with a ^Flingering ^Cghost? ^COhhh^Gh with a ^Amrun on the banks ^COhhh^Gh with a ^Amrun on the banks

Am G Am [Verse 2]

^AmWhen they buried my boy of 22 years, I swore I'd do more than ^Gchoke on my tears ^GSo I hardened up my heart, took up the oath, and looked for ways to a^Amvenge us both ^AmMe and his mother, we never were the same, she left me one spring and ^GI am to blame ^GI forgot about living, forgot about her, forgot about love and the ^Amway things were

[Chorus]

Em D Bm Em Em D Bm Em Em D Bm Em Em D Bm Em [Verse 3]

^AmSixteen guns, 25 kilos, a couple thousand rounds when we ^Grun her aground ^GThe crew bailed out and headed for the hills, with a barrel of blow and a ^Ammountain of pills ^AmNo arrest in her majesty's waters, no victory for the ^Gmothers and fathers ^GOf the young and the damned, the guilty walk free, to continue their trade on a ^Amcruel black sea

[Chorus]

Em D Bm Em Em D Bm Em Em D Bm Em Em D Bm Em Em D Bm Em Em D Bm Em ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 03. Mrs. McGrath ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: None ------------------------------ [Intro] Em [Verse 1]

^Em“Mrs McGrath,” the sergeant said, “would you like ^Ga soldier of your son ^DTed?” Scarlet coat, a big cocked hat, Mrs. McGrath would you like ^Emthat?” ^EmMrs. McGrath lived on the shore and ^Gafter seven ^Dyears or more She spotted a ship come into the bay with her son from ^Emfar away

^Em“Captain dear, where have you been, ^Gsailing the Mediterr^Danean? Have you news of my son Ted? Is he living or ^Emis he dead?” ^EmThen Teddy boy came out with no legs and ^Gin their place, two ^Dwooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two and said, “Oh my God Ted ^Emis it you?”

^Em“Were you drunk or were you blind, when you ^Gleft your two fine ^Dlegs behind? Or was it the walking upon the sea that tore your two fine ^Emlegs from thee?” ^Em“No I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t blind when I ^Gleft my two fine ^Dlegs behind. A cannonball on the fifth of May tore my two fine ^Emlegs away.”

^Em“Teddy boy,” the widow cried, “your^G two fine legs were your^D mother’s pride. Stumps of a tree won’t do at all, you should’ve run from the ^Emcannonball.” ^Em“All foreign wars, I do proclaim, ^Glive on blood and a ^Dmother’s pain. I’d rather my boy as he used to be than the king of the west and ^Emhis navy.”

[Chorus] Em G D Too- rai-eh-ful-diddly-eh Too-rai-loo-rai-loo-rai-eh Em Too- rai-eh-ful-diddly-eh Too-rai-loo-rai-loo-rai-eh Em G D Too- rai-eh-ful-diddly-eh Too-rai-loo-rai-loo-rai-eh Em Too- rai-eh-ful-diddly-eh Too-rai-loo-rai-loo-rai-eh [Outro] Bm D A Bm Bm D A Bm Em G D Em Em G D Em Em G D Em Em G D Em ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 04. Invisible Hands ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: None ------------------------------ D5 = xx0235 Bm/D = xx04x7 [Intro] D5 Bm/D D D5 Bm/D D [Verse 1]

Red ^Dsky at dawn and the fire is low ^GShadows weep in the embers glow The ^Empiper's paid and a ^Gnation lost its ^Dvoice ^DCelebrate, it's time to die The ^Gsignal's weak and the wells are dry ^EmInvisible hands and ^Gcaptains of indust^Dry ^CHad their way with the ^Gsilent majorit^D5y ^Bm/D ^D

[Verse 2]

^DHark the roar of wealth and might ^GHail the seeds of oversight ^EmSilent forces, ^Gplunder and cont^Drol ^DLay me by the river side Where ^Ggasoline and gold collide And ^Eminvisible hands comm^Gand you pay the ^Dtoll To ^Ctie loose ends and ^Gjustify your ^Dsoul

[Chorus]

Number ^BmOne, Number ^DOne, Looking ^Gout for Number ^EmOne Number ^BmOne, Number ^DOne, Looking ^Gout for Number ^EmOne

[Solo] D Em C G D D Em C G D [Bridge]

The ^Cinvisible hands won't ^Gturn this rig a^Dround (Hallowed is the price you pay) The ^Cinvisible hands won't ^Gturn the music ^Ddown (Hallowed is the price you pay) The ^Cinvisible hands are the ^Gfastest guns in town

[Chorus]

^BmHow low is the ^Dprice you pay? ^GHow low is the ^Emprice you pay? ^BmHow low is the ^Dprice you pay? ^GHow low is the ^Emprice you pay? Number ^BmOne, Number ^DOne, Looking ^Gout for Number ^EmOne (How low is the price you pay? How low is the price you pay?) Number ^BmOne, Number ^DOne, Looking ^Gout for Number ^EmOne (How low is the price you pay? How low is the price you pay?)

[Outro] D5 Bm/D D D5 Bm/D D ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 05. The Road to Guysborough ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: None ------------------------------ [Intro] G C G C C G Bm Em G C G C C G Am G [Verse 1]

I was ^Gheaded back home on the Merland ^CRoad With my ^Ghead in the clouds one ^Cnight Taking each step with the ^Gbeat of my heart ^BmGuided by the pale moonl^Emight I was ^Gwhistling along with the loons on the ^Clake And ^Gthinking ‘bout making my ^Cplan Next thing you know, I’m s^Guckin’ on the knuckles Of a s^Amwindling highway^Gman

[Chorus]

Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain

[Instrumental] G C G C C G Bm Em G C G C C G Am G [Verse 2]

He had a ^GColt 45 a-swingin’ on his ^Chip ^GAnd a blackjack in his ^Chand He had a bucktooth grin, a^G great big chin ^BmA limp and a silk armba^Emnd He said, “^GFella don’t you know there’s trouble in the ^Cwoods and the ^Gtrouble in the woods is ^CI? Gimmie your gold, g^Gimmie your liquor. I’ll t^Amhink about letting you ^Gby.”

[Chorus]

Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain

[Solo] Em D C G C C G Bm Em G C G C C G Am G [Verse 3]

^GWell I hit him with the left and the right, a^Clright ^GWith fists like cannon^Cballs He turned on a dime and he r^Gan with a shriek That e^Bmchoed off the Intervale w^Emalls I ain’^Gt proud of what I did, but I did what I ^Cdid ‘cau^Gse I couldn’t miss my chanc^Ce to take Hopey for a spin on the s^Gawdust floor at Fav^Amaro’s wedding danc^Ge

[Chorus]

Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain

[Solo] G C G C C G Bm Em G C G C C G Am G [Chorus]

Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain Well I’ll ^Ctake my rifle, ^Gtake my pistol ^CI’ll take what I ca^Gn ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain ^BmNo, I’ll ne^Emver walk the road to G^Cuysboro^Gugh a^Dlone a^Ggain ^D ^G

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 06. The Boston States ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: None ------------------------------ [Verse 1]

^EmWhen I was just a boy, I ^Gknew this little girl A ^Dpretty little thing named Jose^Emphine A ^Emtiny little lust in our ^Gtiny little world I was ^Dwilling she was pretty long and ^Clean We ^Amfirst made love in the ^Gsummer Her ^Ddaddy found out that ^Emfall Her ^Cbeat her with his fists upon the ^Glips that I just kissed And ^Dshipped her off down to the Boston S^Emtates ^COh he ^Gshipped her off down ^Dto the Boston ^EmStates

[Verse 2]

^EmWhen I turned 17 I ^Gjoined the King's Marine And ^Dtook my place among the world of ^Emmen ^EmTwo years since I'd seen my ^Gpretty Josephine I ^Dwondered if I'd see her face a^Cgain Then the ^Amnews came of re^Gbellion ^DDown New England ^Emway We ^Csailed in the spring in the ^GName of the King They ^Dshipped me off down to the Boston ^EmStates ^COh they ^Gshipped me off down ^Dto the Boston ^GStates

[Interlude] D Em C G D Em C Am G [Verse 3]

We ^Emmarched to Concorde Town to ^Gunleash hell and fury To ^Dteach the rebel scum the art of ^Emwar They ^Embeat us back, they shot me down, they ^Gdragged my ass on into town With a ^Ddead man than I ran through be^Cfore In a ^Amsolitary act of retri^Gbution They ^Dthrew me at his widows ^Emfeet I ^Craised my eyes to see my ^Gpretty Josephine A ^Dtwist of fate down in the Boston ^EmStates ^COh a ^Gtwist of fate down ^Din the Boston ^EmStates

[Interlude] D Em C G D Em C Am G [Verse 4]

The ^Emwell inside my heart is dry, a ^Greminiscing fool am I ^DHoldin' on to memories of ^Emold A ^Empotent brew of love and guilt, ^Gplanted seed and blood first spilt And a ^Dstrappin lad that surely was my ^Cown She ^Ambid me well and begged I'd take the ^Gboy Back ^Dhome to Port Shoreham with ^Emme She ^Cgave to me the sweetest kiss and ^Gthen she slit her wrists And died for ^Dnothing down in the Boston ^EmStates ^COh die^Gd for nothing down in^D the Boston St^Gates

[Bridge] Am Em Am G Am Am Em Am G Am [Verse 5]

Jose^Emphine, if you could see our ^Cboy now You be ^Gso proud you'd be ^Dhappy^B7/A I ^Emdid my best to ^Craise him On my ^Gown in your ^Dmemory He ^Casks about you from time t^Go time I ^Dnever know what to ^Emsay So ^Con this lonesome night I ^Gtold him that you died A ^Dhero down in the Boston ^Emstates ^COh died a ^Ghero down ^Din the Boston ^Gstates

[Outro] D Em C G D Em C Am G D Em C G D Em C Am G ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 07. Fox in the Heather ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: None ------------------------------ [Verse 1]

There's a ^Emfox in the ^Dheather old ^Emboy, old boy ^EmFox in the heather old ^Gboy The ^Amfox in the heather can ^Emchew through leather But got ^Gnothing on you old ^Cboy Got ^Bmnothing on you old ^Emboy

[Verse 2]

There's a ^Emcoyote in the ^Dheights old ^Emboy, old boy ^EmCoyote in the heights old ^Gboy The ^Amcoyote in the heights ain't ^Empicking no fights Got ^Gnothing on you old ^Cboy Got ^Bmnothing on you old ^Emboy

[Chorus]

He got ^Emnothing on ^Dyou old ^Emboy, old boy ^EmNothing on you old ^Gboy Don't ^Amlet that crew get the ^Emdrop on you But got ^Gnothing on you old ^Cboy Got ^Bmnothing on you old ^Emboy

[Interlude] Em D Em Em G Am Em G C Bm Em [Verse 3]

There's a ^Emhawk in the ^Dpines old ^Emboy, old boy ^EmHawk in the pines old ^Gboy Well the ^Amhawk in the pines is ^Emsighting his lines But got ^Gnothing on you old ^Cboy Got ^Bmnothing on you old ^Emboy

[Verse 4]

There's a ^Emweasel in the ^Dthicket old ^Emboy, old boy ^EmA weasel in the thicket old ^Gboy The ^Amweasel in the thicket, he's ^Emslick and he's wicked But got ^Gnothing on you old ^Cboy Got ^Bmnothing on you old ^Emboy

[Chorus]

He got ^Emnothing on ^Dyou old ^Emboy, old boy ^EmNothing on you old ^Gboy Don't ^Amlet that crew get the ^Emdrop on you But got ^Gnothing on you old ^Cboy Got ^Bmnothing on you old ^Emboy

[Solo] | Bm A | Bm Bm | Bm A | F#m F#m | | D Em | F#m Bm | Bm Bm | D Bm | | Em D | Em Em | Em D | Bm Bm | | G Am | Bm Em | Em Em | D Em | [Verse 5]

There's a ^Emwolf in the ^Dglen old ^Emboy, old boy ^EmWolf in the glen old ^Gboy The ^Amwolf in the glen is a ^Emkiller of men But got ^Gnothing on you old ^Cboy Got ^Bmnothing on you old ^Emboy

[Chorus]

He got ^Emnothing on ^Dyou old ^Emboy, old boy ^EmNothing on ^Dyou old ^Gboy Don't ^Amlet that crew get the ^Emdrop on you But got ^Gnothing on you old ^Cboy Got ^Bmnothing on you old ^Emboy

[Outro] Em D Em Em G Am Em G C Bm Em D Em ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 08. Blacktop Blues ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: 2 ------------------------------ [Intro] G C G G D G C G D G [Verse 1]

Well the ^Groller guys were high and ol' ^CLenny was ^Gdry The old ^Gman pulled up in that pickup ^Dtruck (Silverado!) He said, "^GBoys, hurry up. I got Big Jim ^Ccoming with the ^Gpup and that ^Dgod damn silo at the plant is ^Gfull."

[Verse 2]

"I know there's ^Grain overhead but boys we ^Cstill gotta ^Gspread Even ^Gif that anti-stripper kills you a^Dll. (And it will!) I'm gonna ^Gwork you like a dog through the ^Csunshine, snow and ^Gfog. Don't e^Dxpect an early layoff in the ^Gfall."

[Chorus]

Laying ^Emdown that wretched ^Gblacktop ^GStaying late for another load But ^GI don't wanna see that road a^Dgain. Ten ^Dthousand ton 'til I see my home a^Emgain

[Verse 3]

I ain't ^Ggot no education, I don't give a ^Cfuck about segre^Ggation ^GCompaction? You can drive that up your ^Dass (All the way up!) I'd ^Grather be lying in the shade with an ^Cice cold beer, I'd ^Ghave it made Aw ^Dhell, I'd even rather cut the ^Ggrass

[Chorus]

Laying ^Emdown that wretched ^Gblacktop ^GStaying late for another load But ^GI don't wanna see that road a^Dgain. Ten ^Dthousand ton 'til I see my home a^Emgain

[Solo] G C G G D G C G D G Em G Em B7 G D C B7 G D C B7 G D C B7 G D C B7 Em [Verse 4]

^GLate in the year we fall behind and the ^Conly chance for ^Gpiece of mind Is ^Gwhen the plant breaks down or it begins a-^Drainin' On ^Gdays like that we don't make a dime, so I'll ^Ctell you folks how we ^Gpass the time By ^Dtelling lies, making bets and com^Gplaining

[Chorus]

'Bout laying ^Emdown that wretched ^Gblacktop ^GStaying late for another load But ^GI don't wanna see that road a^Dgain. Ten ^Dthousand ton 'til I see my home a^Emgain

[Solo] Em G G D Em [Verse 5]

^GYou may think I'm a whiny bitch and ^Csome folks would say that ^GI'm a snitch But you'd ^Gchange your god damn tune if you were in my ^Dshoes I ^Gcan't pretend that life is fine, ^Cslaving here on ol' ^G289 Truth ^Dis, I can't shake these blacktop ^Cblues

[Outro] G C G D G ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 09. Death & Taxes ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: None ------------------------------ [Intro] G5 Gm G5 [Verse 1]

Well you ^G5strutted in the place with a smirk on your face To get a real big taste of the ^F5hustle and flow ^G5Hustle and flow, hustle and flow To get a big taste of the ^F5hustle and ^G5flow You g^G5ot a fly whip, the abs, the chicks A real big stick and your h^F5ead in the sand ^G5Head in the sand, head in the sand A real big stick and your ^F5head in the ^G5sand ^A5Long black tie, bulletproof mojo Laugh in the field and ^G5cry in the dojo ^A5A look in your eye and a chip on your shoulder Laughing at everyone ^C5on the...

[Chorus]

^DmRows of names on a ^Ammailing list ^DmChosen game for the ^Amwall From a ^Gmlottery of the over^Dmsold and underpaid ^FTime for ^Amheads to ^Dmroll

[Interlude] G5 [Verse 2]

^G5Slap on the wrist and a tsk tsk tsk But you shared no risk in the ^F5penalty-oh The ^G5penalty-oh, the penalty-oh You shared no risk in the ^F5penalty-^G5oh ^G5You dotted the eyes, did it by the book But you never found the hook and you ^F5never did solve it ^G5Never did solve it, never did solve it You never found the hook and you ^F5never did ^G5solve it ^A5Credit, credit, credit, credit, credit crunch ho! A notch on the belt and ^G5away you go ^A5Self-made man and company soldier Taking out everyone ^C5of the....

[Chorus]

^DmRows of names on a ^Ammailing list ^DmChosen game for the ^Amwall From a ^Gmlottery of the over^Dmsold and underpaid ^FTime for ^Amheads to ^Dmroll

[Solo] G5 A5 Dm C5 Dm G5 A5 [Chorus]

^DmRows of names on a ^Ammailing list ^DmChosen game for the ^Amwall From a ^Gmlottery of the over^Dmsold and underpaid ^FTime for ^Amheads to ^Dmroll

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ------------------------------ 10. Dunvegan's Drums ------------------------------ Tuning: Standard Capo: 2 ------------------------------ [Verse 1]

When D^Emunvegan’s Drums ^Gbeat in the air At the ^Cfirst of the Inverness ^Emfair The ^Amliquor starts flowing And the ^Emboys start going to ^Gtown With ^Dblood in their ^Amhair The t^Emownie boys eye up the ^Gboys from the glen They ^Cneither got money to ^Emspend They ^Amtake all the girlies ^Emdancing and twirlin’ And ^Gscrap around ^Dback in the ^Amend

[Solo] Em D G C e|------0-0-0-2-0-------------------------------------| B|--0-3-----------3---0--------------0-0-0-------0-0--| G|------------------2---2-0-2----0-2-------2-0--------| A|---------------------------------------------2------| D|----------------------------------------------------| E|----------------------------------------------------| Em D Em D Em e|------0-0-0-2-0-------------------------------------| B|--0-3-----------3---0-------------------------------| G|------------------2---2-0-2----2-0-----0------------| A|-----------------------------------2-2-----4-2-0-2--| D|----------------------------------------------------| E|----------------------------------------------------| [Verse 2]

Me ^Emmother, she told me when ^GI left the island, “Keep your ^Cnose and your fingernails ^Emclean Don’t ^Amever be shy, Always ^Emlook in their eye, And ^Galways ^Dsay what you ^Ammean.” Well ^EmI meant what I said wh^Gen I called him a coward Riddl^Ced with filth and dise^Emase The ^Amsilence was golden as I was le^Emft holding My ^Gguts in a ^Dpile at my ^Amknees

I re^Emmember the jackals, they ^Dgathered around ^GLaughing and watching me ^Cbleed They ^Emfought in a pack and they ^Dbeat themselves dumb Rah-Dah-^EmDum-Dah ^DDunvegan’s ^EmDrums I re^Emmember the bastards, they r^Dan in the night When the ^GMounties showed up at the ^Cscene They’re ^Emall good for nothing, they’re ^Drabble and scum Rah-Dah-^EmDum-Dah ^DDunvegan’s ^EmDrums

The Stanfields - Death and taxes