Song: The Fireplace Poker Artist: The Drive-By Truckers Album: Go Go Boots Tuning: down 1 whole step Tabbed by: Casey Savell Email: dubdub024@live.com Riff: d|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| F|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| C|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| G|---------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|5-3-0----------------------------------------------------------------------| Cadd9 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) riff Cadd9 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) Asus4The (x02230@1)Reverend had his wife done in by a guy I knew in High School Cadd9 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) riff Cadd9 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) Asus4He (x02230@1)and a friend should do her in and make it look like a robbery Cadd9 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) riff Cadd9 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) Asus4"Here's (x02230@1)money son, go buy a gun and shoot her in the head Cadd9 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) riff Cadd9 (x32030@1) G (320003@1) Asus4No (x02230@1)one who dies, testifies, make sure that she is dead" The heathens were paid a thousand bucks to eliminate someone Plus they were paid five hundred more to get themselves a gun The guy I knew had a hunting knife, "Why bother with a gun? She'll still be dead, why sweat details, as long as it gets done" The Bible said that Jesus bled for the sins of the rest of us The Reverend has his wife done in for fifteen hundred bucks They knocked upon the door and said their car broke down and asked if they could use the phone for a ride back into town They stabbed her several times and left her there for dead Bleeding and crying out and gasping for breath and they went out the very next night and bragged about it The Reverend came home from work and found the Mrs. dying Life was falling from her grasp but still she lay there trying No one will ever know what she told him or know what he told her Cause the Reverend did his wife in, fifteen whacks, fireplace poker The headlines screamed out "Brutal Murder, small town preacher's wife" The crime rocked all of Colbert County as each new fact came to light It seems the Preacher had a girl he counseled on the side Now the shit was coming down and she was scared to lie The preacher came home from the funeral and found Policemen waiting The heathens, it seems, got coked up and drunk and did a lot of communicating Life is cheap for a couple of creeps but this here is the smoker Their prints were found all around the room but not on the fireplace poker The Preacher's son brought his father home and followed him inside Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia night. Was he alone when he died? "Don't call the son for questioning, that bullet was deserved Better call it suicide, justice has been served" Better call it suicide, justice has been served
