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[Intro]
G
Em D
Looked like a hundred guns held on me
[Verse 1]
Am
Hunkered by the shed of
C Em
Detroit General & Company
D
Calling, "Boy come out,
C
we have you jailed"
Em D
Beside the buckshot door, I stood still
Am
Wondering how the hell
C Em
The bastards found me in those hills
D C
And clinging to a letter that I wish I'd mailed
[Chorus]
Em D
Go rest easy, Madeline
Am
I'm bringing down the bank
C Em
Across this flooded county line
D
And when I get home,
C
We'll have a grand old time
Em D
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
Am
If you get the word that
C Em
Your wild man has up and died
D C
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
[Pre-Verse]
Em D C Em
Now in the pouring snow, sad,
D
but swift
[Verse 2]
Am
I headed down the highway
C Em
Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift
D C
And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave
Em D
Oh, but I got caught in the cold
Am C Em
Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road
D C
And feeling like a dead man without a grave
[Chorus]
Em D
Go rest easy, Madeline
Am
I'm bringing down the bank
C Em
Across this flooded county line
D
And when I get home,
C
We'll have a grand old time
Em D
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
Am
If you get the word that
C Em
Your wild man has up and died
D C
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
Em
Oh my, oh my
[Interlude]
D Am C Em
D C
Em
Bloodiedup and chained,
[Verse 3]
D
My legs pinned down
Am
I woke to find my fate in the hands of
C Em
Four men gathered 'round
D C
And cursing for the bag they knew I'd hid
And the more they stomped
Em D
And moaned, the more I prayed
Am
Feeling every spark flying off of
C Em
That file and their rusted blade
D
Said, "Better think it through,
C
This is your last chance, kid"
[Chorus]
Em D
Go rest easy, Madeline
Am
I'm bringing down the bank
C Em
Across this flooded county line
D
And when I get home,
C
We'll have a grand old time
Em D
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
Am
If you get the word that
C Em
Your wild man has up and died
D C
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
[Outro]
Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C |
[Intro]
| G - | - - | - Em | - D |
| -
Looked like a hundred guns held on me
[Verse 1]
Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | -
Hunkered by the shed of
Detroit General & Company
Calling, "Boy come out,
we have you jailed"
Beside the buckshot door, I stood still
Wondering how the hell
The bastards found me in those hills
And clinging to a letter that I wish I'd mailed
[Chorus]
Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | -
Go rest easy, Madeline
I'm bringing down the bank
Across this flooded county line
And when I get home,
We'll have a grand old time
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
If you get the word that
Your wild man has up and died
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
[Pre-Verse]
Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | - D |
| -
Now in the pouring snow, sad,
but swift
[Verse 2]
Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | -
I headed down the highway
Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift
And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave
Oh, but I got caught in the cold
Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road
And feeling like a dead man without a grave
[Chorus]
Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | -
Go rest easy, Madeline
I'm bringing down the bank
Across this flooded county line
And when I get home,
We'll have a grand old time
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
If you get the word that
Your wild man has up and died
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
Oh my, oh my
[Interlude]
D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | -
Bloodiedup and chained,
[Verse 3]
D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | -
My legs pinned down
I woke to find my fate in the hands of
Four men gathered 'round
And cursing for the bag they knew I'd hid
And the more they stomped
And moaned, the more I prayed
Feeling every spark flying off of
That file and their rusted blade
Said, "Better think it through,
This is your last chance, kid"
[Chorus]
Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | - Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C | - - | -
Go rest easy, Madeline
I'm bringing down the bank
Across this flooded county line
And when I get home,
We'll have a grand old time
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
If you get the word that
Your wild man has up and died
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
[Outro]
Em | - D |
| - Am | - C | - Em | - D |
| - C |
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