Chords for Outlaw Man

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_ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] When the sun [E] comes up tomorrow, I [F#] probably won't be around.
[C#] I'm a rambling [E] man with a gun in my [F#] hand, and I'm wanted in this town.
[C#] And the sheriff [E] man has a posse, [C#] with a [F#] cross tag on my head.
[C#] I was born and [E] raised in these outlaw [F#] ways, and I'm crowding my grave as an outlaw man.
[C#] If I make it through this [E] cold night, I'ma go and get my [F#] bullets.
Get the word out to the sheriff man, tell him not to be [C#] foolish.
I'm a hell-raising, [E] tail-chasing, whiskey-drinking [F#] from the sticks.
Gun-blazing with no patience, outlaw nation, [C#] son of a bitch.
I'm cold-hearted, been [E] through the struggle, lived a lifetime [C#] full of trouble.
No role models, no [F#] bigger brothers, me and my daddy never [C#] seen each other.
So I hit the road at an [E] early age, had to learn the hard way how to [F#] turn the page.
Some people stay, I see an early grave, or go to prison from a [C#] murder case.
But I pray I see them [E] pearly gates, so I'm pretty sure that [F#] hell awaits.
So I hang my head and I drift away, and I pray to God to [C#] forgive my ways.
I carry on and keep [E] traveling, living this life of a [F#] savage.
Tell that sheriff to call me, get it, and bring his posse, I'll [C#] let him have it.
When the sun comes [E] up tomorrow, [F#] I probably won't be around.
[C#] Cause I'm a rambling [E] man with a gun in my [F#] hand, and I'm wanted in this town.
[C#] And the sheriff man [E] has a posse [C#] with a dry sack on my head.
I was born and [E] raised in these outlaw [F#] ways, and I'm cold in my grave as an [C#] outlaw man.
I poured blood and I [E] made them bleed, I took souls and I [F#] set them free.
You're gonna learn today about respect to me, and loose lips ain't a threat [C#] to me.
I'm against the grain, I'm [E] John Wayne, I'm Billy the Kid on a [F#] bad day.
I'm the black sheep with a mad face, I'm a black rose in a [C#] bouquet.
I'm packing up this [E] suitcase, I'm a wanted man caught a [C#] new case.
When they come for me, I'm [F#] long gone, just tell them boys they too [C#] late.
That two-faced old [E] county judge wanna hold a grudge and [F#] give me life.
Wanna lock me up until the end of time, cause he says I just can't [C#] get it right.
He's probably right, but I ain't going [E] back, you gotta kill me first, to [F#] hell with that.
I'm hell bound, that's my whole life story, and I'm going down in a [C#] blaze of glory.
I've raised hell since day [E] one, had to fight since day [F#] two.
So if you ever cross me boy, I pray to God that he [C#] saves me.
When the sun comes [E] up tomorrow, [F#] I probably won't be around.
[C#] Cause I'm a rambling [E] man with a gun in my [F#] hand, and I'm wanted in this town.
[C#] And the sheriff man [E] has a posse, [D#] with a [F#] price tag on my head.
[C#] I was born and [E] raised in these outlaw [F#] ways, and I'm coated in my grave [C#] as an outlaw man.
There'll be bloodshed [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _
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[E] on the riverside, [C#] as far as the eye [F#] can see.
[C#] There's a price [E] _ _ [F#] _ [C#] you'll never free, so we ride.
[E] _ [F#] I sell out.
Pray for me, cause I'm hell bound, cause I'm pumping all these [C#] shells out.
So we ride.
I [E] sell [F#] out.
Pray for me, cause I'm hell bound, cause I'm pumping all these [C#] shells out.
So we ride.
[E] I'll die before [F#] me.
I'm hell _ _ [C#] _
_ [E] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] bound.
_ [E] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] I'm [C#] a ramblin' man [E] with a gun in my [F#] hand And I'm gonna get into this [E] town
And the sheriff man has a posse With a price tag on my head
I was born and raised in these outlaw ways And I'll go to my grave as an outlaw man _