Chords for Cattleman's Gun

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He rode into town one dust [Bb] storm, sheepskin cloak across [Fm] his back.
A preacher man [C] with kind old [Bb] eyes and a mystery for a [Fm] past.
He said he'd [Eb] come to teach about [Fm] the love of God, _ _ [F] but he soon learned what they were
missing there [Cm] was justice and the law.
[F] There was a cattleman [Eb] who claimed his plan owned all the land [F] around.
And any brave [Eb] fool that might dispute, [Bb] he was quick to [F] snuff them out.
[Eb] He'd say take my heed and you won't pay [F] the price. _
[Ab] Cause honor and a name ain't worth a damn [C] if you don't have your light.
[F] Cause ain't nobody [Cm] faster than this cattleman's [Bb] gun, I'm a rattlesnake [F] on the trigger.
Your last stand [Cm] will be lying in the [Bb] sand, falling to the slam [F] of my hammer.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ So one man [F] taught forgiveness, while the [Fm] other taught suffering.
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Preacher [Eb] said deliverance could be [Fm] found on all their knees.
[Eb] He'd say I know you want justice and you [F] want blood.
_ [Ab] But believe me when I say to you, [C] don't try and be that [Cm] man's judge.
[F] Cause ain't nobody [Cm] faster than that cattleman's [Bb] gun, he's a rattlesnake [F] on the trigger.
Your last stand [Cm] will be lying in the [Bb] sand, falling to the slam [F] of his hammer.
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One day a young farmer brought his [Fm] sons to town for feed.
[F] And he noticed that the streets were quiet, [Bb] and he knew what that [Fm] might mean.
_ [Eb] Smoke rose in the distance, his [F] farm burned to the ground.
And he let the fury overtake him, [Cm] when cattleman came back to town.
[F] Well his boys ran out [C] from behind the crowd, [Bb] and watched their daddy [Fm] die.
Big man laughed, [Cm] and said now look at that, [Bb] anybody else want to give it a [Fm] try?
Well the church doors opened [C] with that black cloak of glory, [F] behind preacher's fiery eyes.
He said your ticket to hell is a coming to you, [C] and I got a hollow point to give you the ride.
[F] And the only thing [Cm] faster than that cattleman's [Bb] gun, was that preacher man's [F] hand and finger.
He pulled iron from his [Cm] side, and let that bullet fly, [Bb] beat the rattlesnake [F] to the hammer.
The wild creature [Cm] embraced forgiveness, [Bb] all they finally [F] understood.
_ _ _ Under that [Eb] sheepskin cloak of his, [Bb] was a [Ab] history of blood.
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