Chords for The Highwaymen - Best Of All Possible Worlds

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I [F#] was running through the summer rain, trying to catch that evening [B] rain, and feel the old familiar pain, weaving through my tangled [E] brain.
When I grabbed my bottle back, I smacked into a cop, I [A] said,
_ _ Woo! _ _
[F#] That police man said, Mr.
Krull, if you ain't drunk, then you're a fool.
[B] I said, if that's against the law, tell me why I never [E] saw.
They locked in that jail of yours, it wasn't neither black or [A] cool.
_ _ Well, that repentant someone burned out [D] the light, _ [E] I'll rot up in jail, spend [Am] the night,
[A] _ Dream of all the wine and the [D] lonely girl, _ [E] it may as well as test all my [A] soul. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] Well, I woke up next morning, feeling like my head was gone,
[B] And like my new old coma, looking something sick and wrong.
[E] I thought, and then I'd sell my soul for something when it was cold as [A] that old train. _ _ _ _ _
[F#] He kind of did a drink with me, all the noble sympathy,
[B] For himself another beer, he came and whispered in [E] my ear,
It goes, just a dime on my boy, you put a key by the door.
_ Said, if you don't love my life, then [D] I'll just go.
_ _ [E] They fought that to [A] bring me down,
_ There's still a lot of wine and [D] lonely girl,
_ [E] It may as well as test all [A] my soul. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[B] Well, it was a long time ago, don't get old, _ _
[E] _ _ _ You shouldn't talk like that in court.
[A] _ _ _ _ _ Well, they gave [F#] me _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F#] some fine treatment, told me they weren't gonna set me free.
[B] Said, I didn't even care about what was good for me.
[E] I said, it's nice to learn, and everybody's so concerned [A] about my health. _ _ _ _ _
[F#] I said, I won't be leaving no more quicker than I [B] can,
Cause I'm good about as much of this as I can [E] stand.
I don't need this town of yours more than I've never needed [A] nothing else.
_ And there's still a lot of drinks [D] that I ain't drunk,
I ain't going [E] to, not to forget the thoughts [A] that I ain't drunk.
_ And Lord, there's still so many [D] lonely girls,
_ [E] It may as well as test all [A] my soul. _ _ _ _ _ _
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