Intro: D G A D G A Verse 1: D G He was more than just a decent man, best friend I ever had D A G A When you're shooting at a coffee can, a thirty eight don't kick that bad G A D But it kicks right through my bones every second of every day G A Clacking by like cobblestones under broken wheels
Verse 2: D G And if the truth be known I wasn't doing that well D G A I wasn't paying attention I brought it on myself G A D And I blamed it on the gods that seemed to smile on everybody else G A I got so inside out I didn't know what was real Chorus: G A Bm A G My fields are empty now A Bm My ground won't take the plow D G A Bm It's washed down to gravel and stones D G A D It's only good for burying bones Instrumental: D G A D G Verse 3: D A G A I took the pistol off the wall, somebody hollered, "Put it back D G A Sit down, dad, before you fall down, you got no earthly use for that" G A D Bm But I slipped out the kitchen door, saddled up the sway backed mule G A Cinched her tight and swung on board, rode off like a drunken fool Verse 4: G A D Rode right on off the world, just like it never mattered none G A There wasn't nothing but me and the hurt, and the biting cold, and the heft of that gun G A D Bm In the pocket of a sheepskin coat, moonlight in a madman's eye G A For the unfairness of it all, surely something had to die Chorus: G A Bm A G My fields are empty now A Bm My ground won't take the plow D G A Bm It's washed down to gravel and stones D G A D It's only good for burying bones Instrumental: G A D G A Bm A G A D Bm G A Bridge: D G He came out in the lantern light, his face in the flash was the last I saw D G A Of the world when it was still right I didn't watch it fall G A D Bm I knew I'd hit him good, twice in the chest without a thought G A Turned the mule towards the county seat, like I knew I ought Chorus: G A Bm A G My fields are empty now A Bm My ground won't take the plow D G A Bm It's washed down to gravel and stones D G A D It's only good for burying bones Chorus: G A Bm A G My fields are empty now A Bm My ground won't take the plow D G A Bm It's washed down to gravel and stones D G A D It's only good for burying bones Instrumental: D G A D A G A Verse 5: D A G A Lola comes to visit, just nothing I can say D G A We sit here of an afternoon 'til it's time for her to go away G A D Bm She rides home on that same mule that brought me to this place G A Don't know how she even stands to look upon her daddy's face Verse 6: D G He was more than just a decent man, best friend I ever had D A G A When you're shooting at a coffee can, a thirty eight don't kick that bad Outro: G A D