Tim McGraw,  "Number 37405"

(intro)
E (022100@1)(verse)
       E (022100@1)                       C#mOh, (x13321@4)he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning
       A (x02220@1)                  E (022100@1)From a cold solitary prison cell
E (022100@1)                                  C#mAnd (x13321@4)the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad
A (x02220@1)                                BMakes (x2444x@1)that eight by ten a brighter hill

(chorus)
B (x2444x@1)                             ABefore (x02220@1)he started doing all the hard time that he's doing
       E (022100@1)             Emaj7 (021100@1)         C#m (x13321@4)He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives
   E (022100@1)                                B (x2444x@1)         EHe (022100@1)dreamed of being somebody, now he's number 37405

(verse)
         E (022100@1)                             C#mWell (x13321@4)she used to come and see him, every other weekend
    A (x02220@1)                                  EAnd (022100@1)bring him all the news from way back home
              E (022100@1)It's been two birthdays since he's kissed her,
     C#mFive (x13321@4)seconds since he's missed her
        A (x02220@1)                                 BNow (x2444x@1)the perfume on those letters ain't that strong

(chorus)
B (x2444x@1)                                       AHe's (x02220@1)got too much time to think about the night he had too much to drink
            E (022100@1)           Emaj7 (021100@1)           C#mAnd (x13321@4)all his buddies, they begged him not to drive
    E (022100@1)                        B (x2444x@1)         A (x02220@1)Mr. Life of the Party, he's now number 37405

(instrumental)
A (x02220@1) C#m (x13321@4) B (x2444x@1) C#m,   A (x02220@1) C#m (x13321@4) B (x2444x@1)(verse)
E (022100@1)                                     C#mOld (x13321@4)judge on the bench said, "Son, your crime's got consequences."
     A (x02220@1)                             EIt's (022100@1)what he told him, fifteen years ago
          E (022100@1)                                   C#mHe (x13321@4)took a life and that's a fact, he'd give his own to give it back
A (x02220@1)                             BToday's (x2444x@1)the day he finally gets parole
   B (x2444x@1)                               A (x02220@1)He turns in them prison clothes, and stands there at the fork in the road
    E (022100@1)            Emaj7 (021100@1)        C#mAnd (x13321@4)mama prays and waits while he decides
                           BAnd (x2444x@1)the angels close their eyes...
E (022100@1)                            C#mListens (x13321@4)to the birds sing on a perfect autumn morning
     A (x02220@1)                                EJust (022100@1)down the road, rings an old church bell

(instrumental-out)
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