Dm | |
| | I wake up in the morning |
| | C |
| And I | raise my weary head |
| | G |
| I've got an | old coat for a pillow |
| | Dm |
| And the | earth was last night's bed |
| | F |
| I | don't know where I'm going |
| | C |
| Onl | y God knows where I've been |
| | G |
| I'm a | devil on the run |
| A six gun lover |
| | Dm |
| A | candle in the wind |
| | Dm |
| When you' | ve brought into this world |
| | C |
| They | say you're born in sin |
| | G |
| Well at | least they gave me something |
| | Dm |
| I didn't have to | steal or have to win |
| | F |
| Well they | tell me that I'm wanted |
| | C |
| Yeah, | I'm a wanted man |
| | G |
| I'm a | colt in your stable |
| I'm what Cain was to Abel |
| | Dm |
| Miste | r catch me if you can |
| | G | D |
| I'm goin | g down in a blaze o | f glory |
| | G | D |
| Take me | now but know the | truth |
| | G | D |
| I'm going | out in a blaze of | glory |
| | C |
| Lord I | never drew first |
| But I drew first blood |
| | G |
| I'm | no one's sone |
| Call me young gun |
| | Dm |
| Yo | u ask about my conscience |
| | C |
| And I | offer you my soul |
| | G |
| You ask if I'll | grow to be a wise man |
| | Dm |
| Well I | ask if I'll grow old |
| | F |
| You | ask me if I've known love |
| | C |
| And what it's like to | sing songs in the rain |
| | G |
| Well, I've | seen love come |
| And I've seen it shot down |
| | Dm |
| I'v | e seen it die in vain |
| | G | D |
| Shot | down in a blaze of | glory |
| | G | D |
| Take me | now but know the | truth |
| | G | D |
| 'Cause I'm going | down in a blaze of | glory |
| | C |
| Lord I | never drew first |
| But I drew first blood |
| | G |
| I'm the | devil's son |
| Call me young gun |
| | Dm |
| Each | night I go to bed |
| | C |
| I pray the | Lord my soul to keep |
| | G |
| No I ain' | t looking for forgiveness |
| | Dm |
| But be | fore I'm six foot deep |
| | F |
| Lord, I | got to ask a favor |
| | C |
| And I | hope you'll understand |
| | G |
| 'Cause I've | lived life to the fullest |
| | Dm |
| Let this | boy die like a man |
| | G |
| | Staring down a bullet |
| | Dm |
| Let m | e make my final stand |
| | G | D |
| Shot | down in a blaze o | f glory |
| | G | D |
| Take me | now but know the t | ruth |
| | G | D |
| I'm going | out in a blaze of | glory |
| | C |
| Lord I | never drew first |
| But I drew first blood |
| | G |
| and I'm | no one's son |
| | D | C |
| Call me youn | g gun | |
| | G | D |
| I'm a young | gun | |
| | D | C | G |
