Chords for Beer For My Horses - Brad James

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_ [Bb] Well, the man come on, [Eb] the six o [Bb]'clock news that somebody got shot, [F]
somebody been [Bb] abused,
somebody blew up a building, [Eb] someone stole [Bb] a car, somebody got away, [F] somebody didn't
get [Bb] too far, [Gm] yeah, _ they [F] didn't get [Bb] too far. _ _ _ _
Grandpappy told my daddy [Eb] back in my [Bb] day, son, that a man had to answer [F] for the wicked things [Bb] he done.
Take on a rope in Texas, [Eb] find a tall [Bb] old tree, round up all of those bad boys, [F] hang them
[Bb] high in the [Gm] streets _ for [F] all the people [Bb] to see. _
_ _ [F] There's just this one thing [Eb] you should always [Bb] find, you [Eb] gotta saddle up [Bb] your boys, you [F] gotta
draw a [Bb] hard line.
[F] When the gun smoke settles, we'll [Eb] sing a victory [Bb] tune, and we'll all meet back [F] at the local [Bb] saloon.
We'll raise up our glasses [Eb]
against [Bb] evil forces, [Ab] singing, whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer for [Bb] my horses. _ _ _
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_ [Ab] We [Bb] got too many gangsters [Eb] doing [Bb] dirty deeds, too much corruption and crime in the streets.
It's time to long arm all along, [Eb] put a few more [Bb] in the ground, send them all to their
maker [F] and he'll set [Bb] them down.
[Gm] _ _ You can [F] bet he'll [Bb] set them down.
_ _ _ [F] There's just this one thing [Eb] you should [Bb] always find, you [Eb] gotta saddle up [Bb] your boys, you [F] gotta
draw a [Bb] hard line.
[F] When the gun smoke settles, we'll [Eb] sing a victory [Bb] tune, and we'll all meet back [F] at the local [Bb] saloon.
We'll raise up our glasses [Eb] against [Bb] evil forces, [Ab] singing, whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer for [Bb] my horses.
_ [Ab] Sing whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer for [Bb] my horses.
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_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ [Bb] _ Oh, whoa, _ [Eb] _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ whoa.
[F] _
_ [Bb] You [F] know justice is one thing [Eb] you should [Bb] always find, you [Eb] gotta saddle up [Bb] your boys, you [F] gotta
draw a [Bb] hard line.
[F] When the gun smoke settles, we'll [Eb] sing a victory [Bb] tune, and we'll all meet back [F] at the local [Bb] saloon.
We'll raise up our glasses [Eb]
against [Bb] evil forces, [Ab] singing, whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer for [Bb] my horses.
_ [Ab] Sing whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer for my [Bb] horses. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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