Tuning: Standard
Capo: 1st fret
I killed an[A]other man today,[D] it's hard to beli[A]eve,
That [E]I lost count at thirty, and I've gr[A]own too numb to grieve.
The bo[A]ttle helps me cope, when [D]I lay down at ni[A]ght,
And when the d[E]ope rolls through my veins, it a[A]ll fades out of sight.
Ha[D]ngman, Hangman,
Th[A]at's my stock and trade.
Ha[E]ngman, Hangman,
Sending b[A]ad men to their grave.
But w[A]ho killed who? I ask myself,
T[D]ime and time ag[A]ain.
God have m[E]ercy on the soul,
Of this H[E7]angm[A]an.
And there's a w[A]oman down the street, named R[D]osalie McF[A]all,
She don't a[E]sk me any questions, wh[A]en I come to call.
Her b[A]ody keeps me warm, her wo[D]rds are soft and k[A]ind,
She ho[E]lds me in her arms, 'til the b[A]ad dreams leave my mind.
Ha[D]ngman, Hangman,
Th[A]at's my stock and trade.
Ha[E]ngman, Hangman,
Sending b[A]ad men to their grave.
But w[A]ho killed who? I ask myself,
T[D]ime and time ag[A]ain.
God have m[E]ercy on the soul,
Of this H[E7]angm[A]an.
Capo: 1st fret
I killed an[A]other man today,[D] it's hard to beli[A]eve,
That [E]I lost count at thirty, and I've gr[A]own too numb to grieve.
The bo[A]ttle helps me cope, when [D]I lay down at ni[A]ght,
And when the d[E]ope rolls through my veins, it a[A]ll fades out of sight.
Ha[D]ngman, Hangman,
Th[A]at's my stock and trade.
Ha[E]ngman, Hangman,
Sending b[A]ad men to their grave.
But w[A]ho killed who? I ask myself,
T[D]ime and time ag[A]ain.
God have m[E]ercy on the soul,
Of this H[E7]angm[A]an.
And there's a w[A]oman down the street, named R[D]osalie McF[A]all,
She don't a[E]sk me any questions, wh[A]en I come to call.
Her b[A]ody keeps me warm, her wo[D]rds are soft and k[A]ind,
She ho[E]lds me in her arms, 'til the b[A]ad dreams leave my mind.
Ha[D]ngman, Hangman,
Th[A]at's my stock and trade.
Ha[E]ngman, Hangman,
Sending b[A]ad men to their grave.
But w[A]ho killed who? I ask myself,
T[D]ime and time ag[A]ain.
God have m[E]ercy on the soul,
Of this H[E7]angm[A]an.
