Intro

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Am F C G x2

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Am F C G

This song aint mine it was given to me

Am F C G

By a man whos name ive lost in drink

Am F C G

He was old as sin and dressed in black

Am F C G

Had an old guitar slung across his back

Am F C G

Well it wasnt much just a couple chords

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But the words he spoke live in im my soul

And he said…



F F/G Am G

Here they lie all the decent folks

F C G

Last of the poor boys all their stories told

F F/G Am G

And you can run till your feet are sore

F C G

Their gonna catch you a pen aint no sword

F C G

You can waste away weaving words

F C G

Prophets and poets become folklore



Bridge

Am C G x3

F G

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Am F C G

thats an old one so pass it on

Am F C G

Been telling it since before the war

Am F C G

See i been beaten down by the open road

Am F C G

Been torn apart all i got is soul

Am F C G

And demons walk breathing down my neck

Am F C G

Aint got a dime every red cent spent

And he said…



F F/G Am G

here they lie all the decent folks

F C G

Last of the poor boys all their stories told

F F/G Am G

you can run till your feet are sore

F C G

devil will catch you a pen aint no sword

F C G

You can waste away weaving words

F C G

Prophets and poets become folklore



Bridge

Am C G x3

F G



Am C G

They say hungry wolves are gonna get fed

Am C G

And pigs go to slaughter ya they get bled

F C G

Your in the middle of a burning bridge

F C G

Tread too close you're on the ledge

F C G

Poets lost prophecy ends

F C G Am

To rare to die to strange to live