Chords for Decent Man

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[D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] He is more than just a decent [G] man, best [E] friend I ever [D] had.
When you're shooting at a coffee [G] can, a .38
don't kick that bad, but it [A] kicks right through
my [D] bones every second of every [G] day, clacking by like [A] cobblestones under broken wheels. _
_ And if the truth be [G] known, [A] I wasn't doing that well.
I wasn't paying [D] attention.
[A] I brought it on [D] myself and I blamed it [A] on the gods that [D] seemed to smile on everybody [G] else.
I got the [E] inside out.
[A] I didn't know what was [G] real.
[A] My fields are [Bm] empty now, _ [E] _
and [A] the ground won't [F#m] take the plow. _
[G] It's washed [A] down to gravel [D] and stones. _ _
[G] It's [A] only good for [D] burying bones. _ _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [D] I took the [A] pistol off the wall.
[D] Somebody [A] hollered, put it back.
[D] Sit down, [A] dad, before you fall [E] down.
You got no [A] worth of use for that.
[D] But I [A] slipped out the kitchen [D] door, saddled up the swayback [G] mule, cinched it tight and
swung on [A] board.
Rode off like a drunken [D] fool.
Rode [A] right on off the [D] world, just like it never mattered none.
There wasn't nothing but me and the [A] hurt and the biting cold and the heft of that [G] gun
and the [A] pocket of a sheepskin [D] coat, moonlight in a madman's [G] eye.
For the unfairness of it [A] all, surely something had to [G] die.
My [A] fields are [Bm] empty now, _ _ _ [G] and the [A] ground won't [Bm] take the plow.
_ [E] It's washed [A] down to gravel and [Bm] stones.
_ _ [G] It's only [A] good for [D] burying bones.
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[D] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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[D] It came out in the lantern light.
[G] His face in the flash was the last I [D] saw of the world when it was still [G] right.
[A] I didn't watch it [E] fall.
I knew [A] I'd hit him good, [D] twice in the chest without a thought.
[G] [D] Turned the needle towards the county [A] seat like I knew I was.
_ _ _ _ [D] My [A] fields are empty [Bm] now, [A] _ _ [D] and the [A] ground won't [Bm] take the plow.
[A] _ [G] It's washed [A] down to gravel and [Bm] stones.
[A] _ _ [G] It's only [A] good for [Bm] burying bones.
_ _ [G] My [A] fields are empty [D] now, _ _ _ and the [A] ground won't take [D] the plow.
[A] _ [G] It's washed down [A] to gravel and [Bm] stones.
[B] _ _ [G] It's only good for burying bones.
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[G] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _
[G] _ _ [A] _ [D] Lola comes to visit.
[E] _
Just [A] nothing I can say.
[D] We sit here of [A] an afternoon till [D] it's time for her to go away.
[G] She rides home on [A] that same mule [D] that brought me to this place.
[G] Don't know how she [E] even stands [A] to look upon her daddy's face.
_ _ [D]
He is more than [E] just a decent man, best friend I ever had.
[D] When you're shooting at a coffee [E] can, 38 don't kick that bad.
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