Blood On Your Bootheels

E7  A7  B7

[Verse]

E7
We jump 'round the ring, and we 
loosen your reins
             A7
I heard the man was roamin' free, 
now he's livin' in chains
      E7
Woah wo, everywhere I got the world 
in tow
            B7
No matter where I turn I got to 
carry its load


           E7
Well, Shoeshine Brother thinks I'm 
so naive;
            A7
Lookin' at me thinkin' I got 
something hidden up my sleeve
        E7
No, Sirree, I'm cool as can be
           B7
I got no money, but I'm always 
feelin' free, free, free


       E7
So whatchu think you're doin', who 
do you think you are?
           A7
Drinkin' bottles of whiskey, smokin'
 Cuban cigars
              E7
Think if you act like a man, you can
 alter this wheel
            B7
You can't make it in this world 
without that blood on your bootheels


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       E7
Well, get your head right, a-put 
your keys up on the table
             A7
While they polishin' their pistols 
and they're staring out the windows
     E7
Wonderin' who's a comin' down my 
gate
         B7
Hey, pick a side, Love, tie your 
boots up and then get your ass in 
line


       E7
Well, see them swindlers got the bub
 - it's a wonder
            A7
That they'll ever see the light of 
day with people like...
  E7
You walkin' down the street, if 
police were policin'
         B7
Then I probably wouldn't have to 
follow him every step of his feet


      E7
They look me in the eye, and they 
look me in the face
           A7
And they review my fate, say my 
name, raise your name
      E7
Son grab your gun and run, ah, you 
got no appeal;
        B7
You can't make it in this world 
without that blood on your bootheels


[Solo]
verse chords repeat 2x

          E7
I have a dream too, you think I 
ain't got dreams?
          A7
When I close my eyes and sleep, only
 thing I can believe in
        E7
My religion I envision murderin' 
everything livin'
        B7
When I'm cookin' up my goddamn 
future in the kitchen


    E7
What makes you aaaall my favorite 
mess
      A7
A vision of a blackened head bent 
over a fence
       E7
Took a beatin' to his head, forty 
bullets to his chest
         B7
Now with one hand on the bible, 
claimed it was in self-defense


    E7
I read all those books, yeah I seen 
all them films
     A7
I bet you got a pretty degree up in 
your window sill
       E7
Well, leave me out of it, people 
like me don't live to feel
         B7
We can make it in this world without
 that blood on our bootheels