Chords for Macon County Morgue

_ _ _ Breaker Breaker 1-9, this here's the captain.
[F] Y'all got your ears on out there?
Come on.
10-4, good [D#] buddy.
This here's Dr.
[D] D.
What's your 20?
_ _ [D#m] [E] We're rolling through [G] Bacon County right now.
You know what they say, son.
Keep her [C] between the niches or you'll [F#] wind up naked with a [F] dang on your toe.
10 [E]-4.
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well, I raced some hell in them [G] Georgia pines.
_ _ Cookin' up speed, makin' moonshine.
I had heaven [A] on earth in a mobile [Em]
home.
_ Back in the woods [B] 20 miles [Em] from the road. _
_ I had a woman and a dog both mean as hell. _
Killed a dealer [B] named Booth who was brought down [Em] the well. _ _
So detectives came, they were lookin' for Booth. _
I said, we ain't seen nobody here but you.
_ He could smell that speed and he called [E] me a liar.
[A] _ [E] So I shot him in the head then I set him on [E] fire.
_ [F] _ [A] I remember my daddy sayin' long ago, better hit your knees boy, pray [C#m] to the Lord.
[E] You're gonna wind up [A] naked with a tag on your [B] toe.
Dead end the making, countin' more.
Dead end the making, [E] countin' more.
_ Yeah!
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ Well, word got around the detective died.
_ _ So they sent a hundred [B] agents from the [Em] FBI.
_ _ We were sure [A] outgunned, [Em] sure outmanned.
_ I had a 12-gauge pump and a pistol in my hand. _
_ [E] Well, they shot [A] my woman and they shot [Em] my dog. _
I just couldn't sit there like a bum on a log. _ _
So I yelled out, boys, [A] if you want [Em] me alive, _ come get me and my trailer and we'll all survive. _ _
Well, speed was a-cookin' when I came [E] through the door.
[Em] _ I shot the [A#m] propane tank man and settled the [Em] score.
_ [B] _ [A] I remember my daddy [E] sayin' long ago, better hit your knees boy, pray to the [C#m] Lord.
_ [E] You're gonna wind up [A] naked with a tag on [B] your toe.
Dead end the making, [E] countin' more.
[B] Dead end the making, [E] countin' more.
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_ _ _ [Em] _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _
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_ _ _ _ [A] I remember my daddy [E] sayin' long ago, better hit your knees boy, pray [C#m] to the Lord. _
You're gonna wind up [A] naked with a tag on [B] your toe.
Dead end the making, [E] countin' more.
[B] Dead end the making, [E] countin' more.
All right!
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