Beer for My Horses - Toby Keith (with Willie Nelson) Chords

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[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ answer [F] for the wicked that [Bbm] he does.
[Bb] Take all the rope in Texas, [Eb] find a tall [Bb] oak tree, round up all
of them bad [F] boys, hang up my [Bb] industry.
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[F] For all the people [Bb] to see. _ _ _ _
[F] Match-ups is the one [Eb] thing you should
[Bb] always find.
[Eb] You gotta saddle [Bb] up your boys, you [F] gotta draw a hard line.
[F] When the gun smoke settles,
we'll [Eb] sing a [Bb] victory tune, and we'll all meet [F] back at the local [Bb] cimbo.
We'll raise up our glasses
[Eb] against [Bb] evil forces, [Ab] saying, whiskey [Eb] for my men, beer for my horses.
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[Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ We [Bb] ain't got too many gangsters
[Eb] doing [Bb] dirty things.
Too much corruption [F] and crime [Bb] in the streets.
It's time the long arm of the law
[Eb] put a few [Bb] more in the ground.
I'm all to the maker [F] and he'll settle [Bb] up on down.
[Gm] _ _ You [F] can bet he'll [Bb] settle down.
_ _ _ _ [F] Just as it's the one [Eb] thing you should [Bb] always find.
[Eb] You gotta saddle [Bb] up
your boys, you [F] gotta draw a [Bb] hard line.
[F] When the gun smoke settles, we'll [Eb] sing a [Bb] victory tune, and we'll all
meet [F] back at the local [Bb] cimbo.
And we'll raise up our glasses [Eb] against [Bb] evil forces, [Ab] saying, whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer [Bb] for my horses. _ _
[Ab] _ Whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer [Bb] for my horses.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ You [F] know, justice is the one [Eb] thing you should [Bb] always find.
[Eb] You gotta saddle up your boys,
[F] you gotta draw [Bb] a hard line.
[F] When the gun smoke settles, we'll [Eb] sing a [Bb] victory tune, and we'll all meet back at the local cimbo.
We'll raise up our glasses [Eb] against [Bb] evil forces, [Ab] saying, [Bb] whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer [Bb] for my horses.
_ [Ab] Singing whiskey for [Eb] my men, beer [Bb] for my horses. _
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