Odious Death Of The Cracker King Chords by Long Haul Paul

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_ [Am] _ _ It was a different time, different land.
You did what it took to make a hand.
[D] From Okotobe to [Am] Alabama, them [E] boys just knew [Am] one thing. _ _ _
_ _ _ You'd go get you a truck built for speed.
A bag of dust they called chicken feed.
[D] You stayed in the saddle [Am] till your nose would bleed.
[E] Just get them cows to [Am] have a length.
_ [D] _ When your old woman [Am] said, sugar when you gonna slow down?
_ [D] You just smiled and [E] said, baby, baby, come next [D] round.
[Am] Cracker King is long gone.
Never stayed nowhere too [D] long.
Might have been right, [Am] it might have been wrong.
[E] But all the [D] boy did [Am] was run. _ _ _
_ _ You were the box rate boys out of Pompano with the penny
loavers and the best to blow.
[D] You loaded to ride [Am] when the man said go [E] and made
Hans [D] point in one [Am] day's time.
I followed you once out of Moss Hill,
man you had a stainless spread with a double frame.
[D] You were pushing 50 ton [A] through the [D] Georgia rain,
[E] heading [G] for the Florida [Am] land.
_ [D] When your old woman [Am] said, it's your 359 on me?
_ [D] You just smiled and said, [E] I love you baby St.
[G] Louis.
[Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well, he called me one morning.
It was half past three.
He was somewhere outside of Tucumcari.
[Dm] Said he hadn't slept [Am] since Tennessee
[E] and he had seen Satan [Am] there.
He puts everything you buy on a microchip,
downloads it all off a magnet strip.
[D] And every time you [Am] shower and every time you [E] shh,
he knows just when [Am] and where.
[D] Well, the DOJ, [A] they hatched up a plan.
[E] They had the devil dead to [Am] rights on a rebate scam.
They said we're willing to wipe the slate [E] clean
if you give us all you got on the cracker king.
[Am] Cracker king is long gone.
Never stayed nowhere too [D] long.
Might have been [Am] right, might have been [E] wrong.
And all the boy did [Am] was wrong. _ _ _ _ _
_ I said, Sammy said he'd seen you in old San Juan.
You were sleeping on pallets.
You were [D] polishing chrome.
You'd lost your truck.
[Am] You'd lost your home.
[E] You barely had a tooth in [Am] your head.
There's plenty of jobs needing done around here.
I could pay you enough to keep you in [D] beer.
He took a deep [Am] breath.
I heard his voice [E] clear.
And then the line [A] went dead.
[D] The air was back in [Am] Amarillo, leading the foul.
[E] And the [Em] cashier said he [Am] finally hit [D] the wall.
All he had in his coat [Am] was some Demerol
[E] and an empty bottle of wine.
[Am] And in the sweat-stained stench that used to be his shirt
was a picture of Rita in that miniskirt,
looking so fine it made a poor boy [E] hurt.
She was leaning on that [Am] 359.
It was a different land, a different time,
and what we called hard work, they now call the crime.
[D] From [Am] Pocachuli to that Babylon, [E] them boys just knew [D] one thing.
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