Cattlemans Gun Chords by Dean Brody

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He rode into town one [Bb] dust storm, sheepskin cloak [Fm] across his back.
A preacher man with [Eb] kind old [Bb] eyes and a mystery [Fm] for a past.
[Bbm] He said [Eb] he'd come to teach [F] about the love of God, _
[Fm] [Bb] but he soon [Eb] learned what they were
[Bb] missing [C] there was justice and the law.
[F] There was a [Eb] cattleman who claimed his [Bb] clan [Ab] owned all the [F] land around.
Any brave [Eb] fool that might dispute, [Bb] he was [Fm] quick to snuff them [F] out.
[Eb] He'd say take my head and you won't [F] pay the price. _
[Ab] Cause honor and a name ain't worth a [C] damn if you don't have your [Cm] life.
[F] Ain't nobody [Cm] faster than this cattleman's [Bb] gun, I'm a rattlesnake [F] on the trigger.
Your last [Cm] stand will be lying in the [Bb] sand, [Ab] falling to the [F] slam of my hammer.
_ [Fm] _ _ _ _ So [F] one man [Eb] taught forgiveness, [Bb] while the [Fm] other taught suffering.
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Preacher [Eb] said deliverance [Bb] could be found down on [Fm] their knees.
[Eb] He'd say I know you want justice and [F] you want blood.
_ [Ab] But believe me when I say to you, [Cm] don't try and be that man's judge.
[F] Cause ain't nobody [Cm] faster than that cattleman's [Bb] gun, he's a rattlesnake [F] on the trigger.
Your last stand [Cm] will be lying in the [Bb] sand, falling to the [F] slam of his hammer.
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One day a young farmer [Bb] brought his [Fm] sons to town [F] for feeding.
He noticed that the streets were quiet [Bb] and he [Fm] knew what that might mean.
[Eb] Smoke rose in the distance, [Cm] his [F] farm burned to the ground.
[Ab] He let the fury overtake him [Cm] when cattlemen came back to [F] town.
Well his boys ran out [Cm] from behind the crowd [Bb] and watched their daddy [Fm] die.
Big man laughed and [Cm] said now look at that, anybody [Bb] else want to give it a [F] try?
Well the church door was open with [C] that black [Fm] cloak flowing [Bb] behind Preacher's fiery [F] eyes.
He said your ticket to hell is a coming to you and I [C] got a hollow point to give you to ride.
[F] And the only thing faster [Cm] than that cattleman's gun [Bb] was that Preacher man's [F] handed finger.
He pulled iron from his side and [Cm] let that bullet fly, [Bb] he put the [F] rattlesnake to the hammer.
And while Preacher embraced [Cm] forgiveness, [Bb] all they [Ab] finally [F] understood.
_ _ Under that [Cm] sheepskin cloak of his [Bb] was a [Ab] history of blood.
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