C5        A5       D5              F5
Pa was a gunman. he took up the fight.
C5            A5        D5                     F5
An old style slinger. He'd aim beetween the eyes
C5                   A5
When the day came to teach me.
D5             F5
I lined up my sights.
C5          A5       D5          F5
My aim was deadly. but I shot wide
     C5     CC5
Freeystyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle

C5        A5       D5              F5
Ma was a teacher. With a world-wide smile.
C5            A5    D5                F5
A mother to many. But the blood of mine.
C5                    A5        D5                F5
When the day came to show me, the world of the wise
C5             A5     D5                  F5
I shot up the town, and let the horses ride.
     C5     CC5
Freeystyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle
C5            A5      D5          F5
Hell or high water, mighty and wild.
C5               A5         D5                 F5
The son and the daughter, the judge and the tribe.
C5               A5           D5         F5       
None could have stopped me, taking my line.
C5                  A5        D5            F5
You're better your own way, by a country mile.
     C5     CC5
Freeystyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle
C5         CC5
Freestyle
etc...