Letter to Madeline Chords by Ian Noe

_ _ Looked like a hundred [Fm] guns held [Eb] on me, hunkered [Bbm] by the shed of [Db] Detroit General and [Fm] Company.
A-callin' boy, [Eb] come out, we have you [Db]
jailed.
_ _ _ Beside the buckshot [Fm]
door, I stood [Eb] still, wondering how [Bbm] the hell the bastards [Db] found me
in [Fm] those hills and clinging to [Eb] a letter that I [Cm] wished [Db] I'd mailed.
_ _ _ _ Oh, [Fm] rest easy, matter [Eb] of fact, I'm [F] bringing [Bbm] down the pain [Bb] across this flooded county [Fm]
line.
And when I [Eb] get home, we'll have a grand [Db] old time.
_ _ But don't you shed [Fm] no tears or be [Eb] surprised [F] if you get [Bbm] the word that your [Db] wild man's up [Fm] and died.
Set me up [Eb] a stone on that high [Db]
hillside.
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_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _
_ _ _ Now in the pouring [Fm] snow, sad but [Eb] swift, I headed down [Bbm] the highway,
hoping that the burden of my blues would [Fm] lift and praying that the [Eb] whiskey would keep [Db] me brave.
_ _ _ Oh, but I [Fm] got caught in [Eb] the cold, looking [Bbm] like a hobo without [Db] no mercy from [Fm] the road
and feeling [Eb] like a dead man without [Db] a grave.
_ _ _ _ Oh, [Fm] rest easy, matter [Eb] of fact, I'm bringing [Bbm] down the pain across [Db] this flooded county [Fm] line.
And when I get [Eb] home, we'll have a grand old [Db] time.
_ _ But don't you shed no [Fm] tears or be [Eb] surprised if you get [Bbm] the word that your [Db] wild man's up and [Fm] died.
Set me up a [Eb] stone on that high hillside.
[Db] _ _
_ _ Oh [Bbm] my, oh [Fm] my. _
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