C        A       D              F7M
Pa was a gunman. he took up the fight.
C            A        D                     F7M
An old style slinger. He'd aim beetween the eyes
C                   A
When the day came to teach me.
D             F7M
I lined up my sights.
C          A       D          F7M
My aim was deadly. but I shot wide
     C     CC
Freeystyle
C         CC
Freestyle
C         CC
Freestyle
C         CC
Freestyle

C        A       D              F7M
Ma was a teacher. With a world-wide smile.
C            A    D                F7M
A mother to many. But the blood of mine.
C                    A        D                F7M
When the day came to show me, the world of the wise
C             A     D                  F7M
I shot up the town, and let the horses ride.
     C     CC
Freeystyle
C         CC
Freestyle
C         CC
Freestyle
C         CC
Freestyle
C            A      D          F7M
Hell or high water, mighty and wild.
C               A         D                 F7M
The son and the daughter, the judge and the tribe.
C               A           D         F7M       
None could have stopped me, taking my line.
C                  A        D            F7M
You're better your own way, by a country mile.
     C     CC
Freeystyle
C         CC
Freestyle
C         CC
Freestyle
C         CC
Freestyle
etc...