Ballad Of The Self Loading Pistol

Capo 4 
 
Intro: F#  G  F# G 

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Father, I have come to tell you about something I done 
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Well, as the night reared its light head into a baby's sun 
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We rolled down into the town from where the Black Throats come 
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And you know there was a robbery, there was a holdup 
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Oh, there was a shootout, and there was a killing 
                          A 
And there's blood on my hands 
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Today I killed a man 

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Well now, sister, you know me well 
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And you ask me, well, how it was I felt 
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Well, she had an appetite for loving only a fading beauty could possess 
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She knew just what she wanted and she wouldn't take less 
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I figured it was a small town, it was at sundown 
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It was just a small crowd of people around 
                             F#     G 
Oh, but he wouldn't put his guns down 
                          F#    G 
No, he wouldn't put his guns down 
                             F#    G 
Woah, he wouldn't put his guns down 
                        A     
Now, his blood's on my hands 
                   F#  G  F#     
Today I killed a man 

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And papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot 
           A         F#                     D 
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles 
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And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol 

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Well now, father, I have come to tell you about something I done 
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He had a widow running through town screaming 
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He had a brother and his tears were streaming 
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Now I'm moving on the border with a rifle on my shoulder 
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'Cause daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot 
           A         F#                     D 
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles 
                     A                          F#  G 
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol 
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And I just come to tell you that it don't hurt no more 
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No, it don't hurt no more 'cause your son, he's an outlaw 
                            F#  G 
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw 
                             F#  G 
Yes, your son, he's an outlaw 
                            F#  G 
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw 
                            F#  G 
Now, your son, he's an outlaw 
                            F#  G 
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw 
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Now, his blood feels good on my hands 
                   F#  G  F#     
Today I killed a man