Tom: G
Introdução: F# G A F# G F# G
F# G F# G F# G F# G
Father, I have come to tell you about something I done
F# G F# G
Well, as the night reared its light head into a baby's sun
F# G F# G
We rolled down into the town from where the Black Throats come
F# G F# G
And you know there was a robbery, there was a holdup
F# G F# G
Oh, there was a shootout, and there was a killing
A
And there's blood on my hands
F# G F# G
Today I killed a man
F# G F# G F# G F# G
Well now, sister, you know me well
F# G F# G F# G F# G
And you ask me, well, how it was I felt
F# G F# G F# G F# G
Well, she had an appetite for loving only a fading beauty could possess
F# G F# G F# G F# G
She knew just what she wanted and she wouldn't take less
F# G F# G
I figured it was a small town, it was at sundown
F# G
It was just a small crowd of people around
F# G
Oh, but he wouldn't put his guns down
F# G
No, he wouldn't put his guns down
F# G
Woah, he wouldn't put his guns down
A
Now, his blood's on my hands
F# G F#
Today I killed a man
G D
And papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot
A F# D
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles
A F# G
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol
F# G F# G F# G F# G
Well now, father, I have come to tell you about something I done
F# G F# G
He had a widow running through town screaming
F# G F# G
He had a brother and his tears were streaming
F# G F# G
Now I'm moving on the border with a rifle on my shoulder
F# G F# G
'Cause daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot
A F# D
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles
A F# G
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol
F# G F# G
And I just come to tell you that it don't hurt no more
F# G F# G
No, it don't hurt no more 'cause your son, he's an outlaw
F# G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
F# G
Yes, your son, he's an outlaw
F# G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
F# G
Now, your son, he's an outlaw
F# G
Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
A
Now, his blood feels good on my hands
F# G F#
Today I killed a man