25 to Life
                    By The Stray Birds
                           Capo 5

Intro: G   D A   Bm   A  G    A   D

D                                           A
Left my home I was 17, I was looking for a job
A                                     D
When I met them no-good friends of mine.
D                                                                A
They gave me all kinds of bad advice and they taught me how to rob.
A                                     Bm           A
Said they'd always be there down the line...
A                  Bm         Bm A
Be there down the line.

D                                                   A
I got my very first 12 gauge, got a half a dozen shells
A                                 D
Come to find that one was all I need.
D                                                          A
I didn't waste no time a'thinkin' I got right down to the job.
A                              Bm          A
That night a grown man would bleed...
A                   Bm      Bm A
A grown man would bleed.

G                         A           
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
        Bm               A          G
Still a kid I'll prob'ly die in my cell.
G                    A
At night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
         Bm          A            G
I did it all with a lone shotgun shell.
Bm    A             D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.

D              A                D

D                                                     A
Well I run up into the country store, I demanded the cash.
A                                      D 
Had a bag in my left hand, a gun in my right.
D                                                            A
With the feelings I never had before it all happened oh too fast.
A                                  Bm            A
That shot rang out as cold as the night...
A            Bm          Bm A
Cold as the night.

D                                                           A
A dust cloud rose up in the air the blood flowin' from his mouth.
A                                                  D
Had his eyes wide open, they were starin' back at mine.
D                                                     A
Judge came out, put the gavel down, his voice mighty loud.
A                                     Bm            G
"You done wrong and boy you'll do the time...
     A             D
Boy you'll do the time."

G                         A         
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
        Bm               A         G
Still a kid I'll prob'ly die in my cell.
G                    A
At night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
         Bm          A            G
I did it all with a lone shotgun shell.
G    A            D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.

G                         A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
            Bm                A         G
I'm still a kid I'll probably die in my cell.
G                          A 
Hell at night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
         Bm          A         G
I did it all, did it all to myself.
G    A             D A G
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
G    A             D    A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.