Cifras
Wanted Man

Tono: F

Introducción:

dificultad
fácil |||||
           F 
Blood runnin' down my vest,
 F 
Twenty in the posse,
 G7                                                             C 
And they're never gonna let me rest.
 F                             Bb 
Till I became a wanted man,
 F                             C 
I never owned a gun,
 Dm                                                   G 
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
 C                                       F 
And I'm always on the run
verse 1
 F                                       Bb 
I killed poor Jed Bryant
 C                                     F 
In a bad Laredo fight,
 F                                   Bb 
Killed him with my bare hands
                   C                                 F 
For the girl I loved that night.
 Bb                                                   F 
Jed's brother's out to get me,
 Bb                                       F 
He's comin' with a gang
 Bb                                         F                             Bb           C           F 
I'd rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em watch me hang
N.C.
           F 
Blood runnin' down my vest,
 F 
Twenty in the posse,
 G7                                                             C 
And they're never gonna let me rest.
 F                             Bb 
Till I became a wanted man,
 F                             C 
I never owned a gun,
 Dm                                                   G 
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
 C                                       F 
And I'm always on the run
verse 2
 F                                             Bb 
She had spangles on her wedding dress
                 C                             F 
She had laughter in her voice,
         F                                                       Bb 
And when they tried to put their hands on her
         C                             F 
My heart left me no choice.
         Bb                         F 
Now was she really worth it?
         Bb                         F 
I guess I'll never know,
         Bb                           F                                           Bb         C           F 
She'll be drinkin' someone else's rye when I'm six feet below.
N.C.
           F 
Blood runnin' down my vest,
 F 
Twenty in the posse,
 G7                                                             C 
And they're never gonna let me rest.
 F                             Bb 
Till I became a wanted man,
 F                             C 
I never owned a gun,
 Dm                                                   G 
But now they hunt me like a mountain cat,
 C                                       F 
And I'm always on the run