Letter To Madeline chords by Ian Noe

• Capo on 1st

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Key: G

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
G

Verse 1:
           Em     D
Looked like a hundred guns held on me
         Am        C     Em
Hunkered by the shed of Detroit General & Company
        D           C
Calling, boy come out, we have you jailed
            Em      D
Beside the buck-shot door, I stood still
          Am         C        Em
Wondering how the hell the bastards found me in those hills
          D           C
And clinging to a letter that I wish I'd mailed

Chorus:
     Em    D
Go rest easy, Madeline
    Dm       Am        C      Em
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
        D              C
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time
            Em       D
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
        Am    G    C        Em
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
          D          C
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside

Interlude:

Verse 2:
          Em        D
Now in the pouring snow, sad, but swift
          Am
I headed down the highway
          C           Em
Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift
            D          C
And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave
        Em       D
Oh, but I got caught in the cold
        Am      G C       Em
Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road
           D         C
And feeling like a dead man without a grave

Chorus:
     Em   D
Go rest easy, Madeline
    Dm       Am        C      Em
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
        D              C
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time
            Em       D
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
         Am    G   C        Em
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
          D          C
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside

C     Em
Oh my, oh my

Interlude:
Em D Am C
Em D C

Verse 3:
         Em           D
Bloodied-up and chained, my legs pinned down
          Am            C      Em
I woke to find my fate in the hands of four men gathered 'round
          D         C
And cursing for the bag they knew I'd hid
               Em         D
And the more they stomped and moaned, the more I prayed
        Am            C           Em
Feeling every spark flying off of that file and their rusted blade
           D                 C
Said, better think it through, this is your last chance, kid

Chorus:
     Em   D
Go rest easy, Madeline
    Dm       Am        C      Em
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
        D              C
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time
            Em       D
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
         Am    G   C        Em
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
          D          C
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside