The Good Lord chords

B _ F#m _ _ D _ _ _ _ _ .
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B _ A _ _ D _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ B _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ C# _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ A _ F#m _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ I D pray _ A every day that E the good Lord keep F#m me safe.
_ E _ D _ And I try A to hide all E this fear built in my spine.
I'm F#m _ D _ a young man A.
today, so I E can see your pretty F#m.
face _ E _ D until _ C# I writhe in F#m your arms.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ Well D I don't know what you're A doing fighting in this silly war.
D _ You're not a Yankee love, B _ nor a great bad _ confederate.
Trying E to keep these slaves _ _ _ _ abhorred.
F#m Here's what you're in for D soon, my bad.
_ _ _ Trying to do A these things the best you can.
_ _ D _ .
Now it's time to come on home.
B.
I got a baby in the oven, C# I need to dare before she gets old.
Well D I pray _ A every day that E the good Lord keep F#m me safe.
_ E _ D _ .
And I try A to hide all E this fear built in my spine.
_ A _ D _ .
I'm a young man A today, so I E can see your pretty F#m face _ D until _ _ C# I writhe in F#m your arms.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ Well A I don't know what you're doing F#m fighting in this silly war.
_ _ A _ .
I'm not a Yankee or F#m a great bad _ anymore.
_ _ A _ .
I've killed so many men C# just to kill so many more.
_ _ F#m _ .
Just want to see my baby B.
before _ I die _ _ C# _ .
in this _ shitstorm.
_ D _ .
_ _ _ A _ _ _ _ E _ .
_ _ _ F#m _ _ _ E _ D _ .
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_ _ _ F#m _ _ _ E _ D _ .
_ _ _ A _ _ _ _ E _ .
_ _ _ _ C#m _ Well D.
I pray _ A every day that E the good Lord keep F#m me safe.
_ E _ D _ .
And I try A to hide all E this fear built in my spine.
_ _ D _ .
I'm a young man A today, so I can E.
see your pretty F#m face _ E _ D.
until _ A I writhe in E your _ _ _ _ arms.
Well D I pray _ A every day that E the good Lord keep F#m me safe.
_ E _ D _ .
And I try A to hide all E this fear built in my spine.
_ _ D _ .
I'm a young man A today, so I can E.
see your pretty F#m face _ E _ D.
until _ C# I die in F#m your arms.
_ _ _ _ _ D.
Until _ C# I die in F#m your arms.
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Until _ C# I die _ _ _ in F#m your arms.
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