Cifra de All Men Die - Shaboozey
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4th traste
[Intro]
(instrumental and whistling)
[Verse 1]
Am
Called his bluff and he died in vain
C
Hellfire is a mile that way
G
A cowboy wanna be John Wayne
So a man ended up in an early grave
Am
A mother should've never had to bury her babe
C
Keep a loaded six-shooter on the side of my waist
'Cause the sky full of vultures the grass full of snakes
And goin' out sad, I promise I can't
[Verse 2]
Ayy, folks turned law 'cause they couldn't be gang
Was supposed to be brothers now you givin' out names
How the fuck you give a statement and feel no way?
D
How could you live with yourself after seein' me hang?
[Chorus]
Am
And go ahead and run for the hills you don't wanna know what we
C
Do to traitors 'round here I will never live a
G
life in chains Waitin' for them to kick the
D
Chair from under my feet, oh
Am
And I don't need a gun to do a drill Bring a bottle of the
C
strongest shit you got we do the drill know some boys who work for
G
nothin'just a bed and a meal
And that's for real, I swear on God
[Verse 3]
Am
Had to grab the winnie I ain't wanna be a stain
C
Know some people back home wanna see me front page
G
And the cops, they be lyin' said they made it home safe
D
Hit the same lick twice he ain't even get a break
Am
Last year, I was broke, but now I'm okay
Got the roof pulled back and the skies ain't gray
Got a call from my mama said she love her new place
And for once in my lifetime everything is straight
[Chorus]
Am
And go ahead and run for the hills you don't wanna know what we
C
Do to traitors 'round here I will never live a
G
life in chains Waitin' for them to kick the
D
Chair from under my feet, oh
Am
And I don't need a gun to do a drill Bring a bottle of the
C
strongest shit you got we do the drill know some boys who work for
G
nothin'just a bed and a meal
And that's for real, I swear on God
[Outro]
(instrumental and whistling)