Intro: Em C Em C Em C D Am Verse 1: Em C There's a whole lot of holes in Sweetwater County Em C The jackrabbits and the coyotes run Em C The red desert rolls on forever D Am Blood red in the setting sun
Verse 2: Em C The marijuana and the cocaine highway Em C The federales couldn't keep it clean Em C State troopers start off the right way D Am Big money's just a lawman's dream Chorus: G D There's a whole lot of holes in Sweetwater County Am C One lone deputy upheld the law G D He was a black belt in 'kwondo, karate Am C And a master of the old quick draw D Bm Em He gave 'em hell Ed Cantrell Instrumental: C Em C Verse 3: Em C Was a slow drive down to the Silver Dollar Bar Em C Tickets low, Sergeant Callas, you drive Em C There was a crooked smile in the rearview mirror D Am Oh, he might've made it home alive Verse 4: Em C But as Rosa reached down for his ankle gun Em C Cantrell saw the flash through the thunderhead sky Em C And he was spitting lead before the crash of thunder D Am A 38 Special right between the eyes Chorus: G D And there's a whole lot of holes in Sweetwater County Am C One lone deputy upheld the law G D He was a black belt in 'kwondo, karate Am C And a master of the old quick draw D Bm Em He gave 'em hell Ed Cantrell Instrumental: C Em C Em C D Am Verse 5: Em C The jury found Ed Cantrell not guilty Em C But some say he should've died in jail Em C He went back to Sweetwater County D Am Ready to take on the whole cartel Verse 6: Em C The cattle rustlers and the low dive dealers Em C Were sweating bullets when they heard his name Em C The money and the drugs quit running D Am He was one for the lawman hall of fame Chorus: G D And there's a whole lot of holes in Sweetwater County Am C One lone deputy upheld the law G D He was a black belt in 'kwondo, karate Am C And a master of the old quick draw D Bm Am He gave 'em hell Ed Cantrell Verse 7: Em C So to all you criminals, stupid outlaws Em C You drug runners and murdering thieves Em C You might go scot-free in this life D Am But you better watch out when you leave Verse 8: Em C 'Cause if you're headed where the brimstone burns and boils Em C At the hot, black gaping jaws of hell Em C There's a five star standing with a 38 pistol D Am It's gold-badge deputy Ed Cantrell Chorus: G D And there's a whole lot of holes in Sweetwater County Am C One lone deputy upheld the law G D He was a black belt in 'kwondo, karate Am C And a master of the old quick draw D Bm Em He gave 'em hell Ed Cantrell Outro: C Em Ed Cantrell C Em Ed Cantrell C D Am Em C There's a whole lot of holes in Sweetwater County