Tom: C
Introdução:
C F
We get out of this fight
F C
You gonna help me wrap my hands
C F
Stitching up my eyes
F C
You know blood can blind
C F
And them was big old boys
F C
Had fists like cinder and stone
C F
I dodge a blade on the dime
F C
And they was out to cut my throat
E7 Am
It's a lot, It's a mark they're gonna press down on you
E7 Am G
It's a haze on my head, must've been hit too hard, off guard
F Am7 Dm
I think I'm gonna be it tonight
F Am7 Dm
If there's one way out
F Am7 Dm C
It's to swing my way through the crowd
C F
Is there a blanket of pain
F C
That I can wrap up in
C F
You've got a hold of me now
F C
Hey that's a helluva grip
C F
And I admit I was tanked
F C
And you could say I was pissing gin
E7 Am
It's hard to see even if I close my eyes
E7 Am G
It's fifteen degrees I'm gonna sleep outside
F Am7 Dm
Cos I got no way to feel
F Am7 Dm
and no way to ride
F Am7 Dm C
I'm busted laid up and dry