Chords for Ghoultown "Drink With The Living Dead" [Official]

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_ _ _ _ I was sitting in the thirst of devil, one sheet hung to the wind, [B] when the back wing
doors creaked open [F#] and a stranger sauntered in.
[C#] He moved his head from side to side and glared with a sunken eye, [B] I heard the spin of a rusty
spur as he shook off the dreary [C#] night. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] He lowered his hat and checked his gun and headed toward the bar.
[B] He walked on up beside me, [F#] I knew he'd traveled far, [C#m] in a voice as thick as mud he looked
at the keep and said, [B] one shot of whiskey for myself _ and one for my new [C#m] friend. _
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [D#] But I [C#] still oh they seemed to be [B] afraid, as [F#] if the old stead stood right up and [C#] walked
out of its grave.
His face was [D#] shallow and dirty, [C#] his skin like [G] leather hide, [B] sure he spoke like any man,
[F#] but something [G#] wasn't [C#] right.
So [C#m] I twisted on my stool and turned to him and said, [B] thank you sir but just the same
[F#] I'm chasing worms instead.
[C#] He growled and shoved the drink my way in his eyes as cold as death, [B] I drank the drink
and knocked him back, _ _ he was strong against [C#] my hand.
_ _ [B] When it ceased [F#] to midnight [C#] and the pony had no death [B] now, you better [F#] drink your drink
and shut [C#] your mouth, [B] if you go [F#] against his hand, [C#] you can never win, [G#] so [G#m] drink _ _ _ with the living [C#] dead. _
_ _ _ _ Who the hell do you think you are, my [B] patience growing thin, but swallow hard I had to do
[F#] when the story [C#] began, his literal packet words came forth, starting up the tale, [B] and every
place inside that [F#] bar it turned a [G#] shade of [C#] pale.
My name's Stanton Creed, and I died [C#m] three years poor, [B] I shot a man to steal his drink,
[F#] at least that's what they hung me [C#] for, now I'm cursed to walk the earth and challenge
every night, [B] a man to match me drink for drink, _ _ or buy the bullet [C#] and die.
_ _ [B] When [F#] it ceased to midnight [C#] and the pony had no death [B] now, you better [F#] drink your drink
and [C#] shut your mouth, [B] if you go [F#] against his hand, [C#] you can never [G#] win, so drink _ _ _ with the living [C#] dead. _
_ _ _ _ Now wait a minute mister, no one makes me a fool, [B] I put a shot of whiskey [F#] back on over
towards the ghoul, [C#] I love to drink like any man, but that's a losing game, [B] to drink or
draw against the [F#] dead would only be insane.
[C#] Stanton Creed, he tipped his hat, laughing wicked laugh, [B] you see the lord cursed my
[F#] soul for killing that poor man, [C#] there ain't no choice so you must try to match me shot
for shot, [B] if you win then you'll go free, _ _ and I can finally [C#] rot.
_ _ [B] When it [F#] ceased to [D#m] midnight [C#] and the pony had no death [B] now, you better [F#] drink your drink
and [C#] shut your mouth, [B] if you go [F#] against his hand, [C#] you can never win, [G#] so drink _ _ with the living [C#] dead. _
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_ [D#] The bar hopped not as slowly, _ and I knew that I was screwed, _ [E] if I chose to duel the dead
then [Em] I would surely lose, [D#] so I took the glass and threw the shot to my throat, _ [E] I would match
him drink for drink, [B] no matter [E] if [B] [D#] I_ _ _ _
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Whiskey, [C#m] tequila, vodka from a tin, [B] there ain't no man that I can't [F#] beat, feed him like
a kid, [C#] so into the morning, _ I matched him house for house, [B] till Stanton Creed fell over [F#] and
the winner was announced.
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I rest in his pine box and I still walk the streets, [B] but I don't forget the night [F#] when
death had chosen me, [C#] three little fancy morals to go with this affair, [B] less shame to kill a man. _ _
_ And drink down his last [C#] beer, _ _ [B] when [F#] it ceased to [D#] midnight and [C#] the pony had no death now,
[B] you better drink [F#] your [D#] drink and shut [C#] your mouth, [B] when you go [F#] against his hand, [C#] you can never
[G#m] win, so drink _ _ _ with the living [C#] dead.
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_ _ Drink with the living [C#] dead.
_ _ [G#m] Drink _ _ _ with the living [C#m] dead. _ _ _ _
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