Decent Man

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
[D][G][D][G]
[D]

[Verse 1]
He was [D]more than just a decent man,
[G]best friend I ever had[D]
When you're shooting at a coffee [G]can
, a thirty eight [D]don't kick that [A]bad
[G]But it kicks right thr[A]ough my bon[D]es
every second of every day
[G]Clacking by like cobblestones
under broken [A]wheels[D]

[Verse 2]
And if the truth [G]be known,
I wasn't [D]doing that well
I wasn't paying attention,
[G]I brought it on [A]myself
And I [G]blamed it on [A]the gods that
seemed [D]to smile on everybody [G]else
I got so inside out,
[A]I didn't know what was rea[G]l
[A]My fields are empty now

[Verse 3]
[Bm][A][G]
My ground [A]won't take [Bm]the plow
[D]It's was[G]hed down to [A]gravel
and stone[Bm]s[A]
[G]It's only goo[A]d for burying
[D]bones
[G][D][G]

[Verse 4]
[D]I took the pistol [A]off the wall,
[G]somebody hollered, "Put it back
[A]Sit[D] down, dad, before you[A] fall down,
you [G]got no earthly use [A]for that"
[G]But I slipped out the kitche[A]n door,
[D]saddled [A]up the sway [Bm]backed [D]mule
[G]Cinched her tight and swung on board,
[A]rode off like a drunken fool
[G]Rode right on off[A] the world,
[D]just like it never mattered none
[G]There wasn't nothing but me and the hurt,
and the [A]biting cold, and the heft of that gun
[G]In the pocket of a she[A]epskin coat,
[D]moonlig[A]ht in a madman[Bm]'s eye[A]
[G]For the unfairness of it all,
[A]surely something had [G]to die
[A]My fields are empty now

[Verse 5]
[Bm][A][G]
[A]My ground won't take [Bm]the plow[A]
It's [G]washed down [A]to gravel
and stone[Bm]s[A]
[G]It's only good for[A] burying bon[D]es

[Interlude 1]
[G][A][D][G]
[A][Bm][A][G][A][D][Bm]
[G][A][D][Asus4][A]

[Verse 6]
[D]He came out in the lantern light
His [G]face in the flash was the last I saw
[D]of the world when it was still rig[G]ht
I didn't watch [A]him fall, [G]I knew I'd hit him[A] good,
[D]twice in the [A]chest without [Bm]a tho[D]ught
[G]Turned the mule towards the county seat,
[A]like I knew I ought

[Verse 7]
[G]
[A]My fields are empty [Bm]now[A][G]
My ground [A]won't take [Bm]the plow
[A]It's was[G]hed down to [A]gravel
and [Bm]stone[A]s
[G]It's only good for[A] burying bon[Bm]es[A][G]
My [A]fields are empty now

[Verse 8]
[D][G]
[A]My ground won't take [D]the plow[A]
It's [G]washed down [A]to gravel
and stone[Bm]s[A]
[G]It's only good for burying
[D]bones

[Interlude 2]
[G][A][D][A][G][A]

[Verse 9]
[D]Lola comes to visit,
[A]jus[G]t nothing I can sa[A]y
We sit [D]here of an af[A]ternoon 'til
it's [G]time for her to go away
[A]She rid[G]es home on tha[A]t same mule that
[D]brought me [A]to [Bm]this place[A]
[G]Don't know how she even stands
[A]to look upon her daddy's face

[Verse 10]
[D]He was more than just a decent man
[G]Best friend I e[D]ver had
When you're shooting at a coffee can
Thirty eight don't kick that [A]bad[G][A]