CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: Am
In the valley by the river, we [F]had a little land[C][G]
It wasn't much to speak of, what we [F]had was by our hands
But the [Am]banker took it from us, at the [F]end of two dry [C]years
Left [E7]nothing but the dust[Am], watered [E7]by my mother's te[Am]ars
With all the rage that [F]burned inside me, I [C]rode into that town
And [G]with my father's rifle, I [Am]shot that banker down
And this [F]isn't like the story books, [C]there'll be no reprieve
When they [G]take me out before the morning [Am]sun
The judge was looking at me, when he [F]brought the gavel [C]down
It [G]echoed off the pillars, "By [F]law son you are bound"
Then be[Am]hind those iron bars, a[F]lone to face my[C]self
With [E7]the building of the scaf[Am]fold, outside my[E7] quiet prison cell[Am]
I can [F]hear the hammers pounding, I can [C]feel my blood awaken
To a [G]thousand freight trains running through my [Am]mind
This [F]isn't like the story books, [C]there'll be no reprieve
When they [G]take me out before the morning [Am]sun
My father said, "Son, we'll [F]love you 'til the end[C]"
My [G]mother turned and hid her face, as the [F]preacher man stepped in
He said, "[Am]Know that god will judge you, and [F]know that you have [C]sinned."
The long [E7]shadow of the gal[Am]lows, [E7]spanned my prison cell[Am]
It made a [E7]cross upon the preacher'[Am]s back, a [E]hardened man's farew[Am]ell[Em7]
I can [F]hear the footsteps coming now, they're [C]right outside my door
With a [G]single church bell, ringing out of time[Dm]
This [F]isn't like the story books, and [C]now the hour has come
When they [G]take me out [E7]before the morning [Am]sun
With my [F]calloused hands behind me, like those [C]fields in my memory
I'm [E7]staring straight, into a clear ho[G]ri--[Dm]zon
This [F]isn't like the story books, and now the [C]moment's come and gone
They [G]hang me out to face the morning [Am]sun
They [E7]hang me out before the morning s[Am]un
OUTRO: G F C G E7 Am
Oooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
INTRO: Am
In the valley by the river, we [F]had a little land[C][G]
It wasn't much to speak of, what we [F]had was by our hands
But the [Am]banker took it from us, at the [F]end of two dry [C]years
Left [E7]nothing but the dust[Am], watered [E7]by my mother's te[Am]ars
With all the rage that [F]burned inside me, I [C]rode into that town
And [G]with my father's rifle, I [Am]shot that banker down
And this [F]isn't like the story books, [C]there'll be no reprieve
When they [G]take me out before the morning [Am]sun
The judge was looking at me, when he [F]brought the gavel [C]down
It [G]echoed off the pillars, "By [F]law son you are bound"
Then be[Am]hind those iron bars, a[F]lone to face my[C]self
With [E7]the building of the scaf[Am]fold, outside my[E7] quiet prison cell[Am]
I can [F]hear the hammers pounding, I can [C]feel my blood awaken
To a [G]thousand freight trains running through my [Am]mind
This [F]isn't like the story books, [C]there'll be no reprieve
When they [G]take me out before the morning [Am]sun
My father said, "Son, we'll [F]love you 'til the end[C]"
My [G]mother turned and hid her face, as the [F]preacher man stepped in
He said, "[Am]Know that god will judge you, and [F]know that you have [C]sinned."
The long [E7]shadow of the gal[Am]lows, [E7]spanned my prison cell[Am]
It made a [E7]cross upon the preacher'[Am]s back, a [E]hardened man's farew[Am]ell[Em7]
I can [F]hear the footsteps coming now, they're [C]right outside my door
With a [G]single church bell, ringing out of time[Dm]
This [F]isn't like the story books, and [C]now the hour has come
When they [G]take me out [E7]before the morning [Am]sun
With my [F]calloused hands behind me, like those [C]fields in my memory
I'm [E7]staring straight, into a clear ho[G]ri--[Dm]zon
This [F]isn't like the story books, and now the [C]moment's come and gone
They [G]hang me out to face the morning [Am]sun
They [E7]hang me out before the morning s[Am]un
OUTRO: G F C G E7 Am
Oooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
