Letter To Madeline

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[Primera Parte]

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

[Estribillo]

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Go rest easy, Madeline
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I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
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And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time
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But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
               Am        Bm9-  C                   Em
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
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Just set me up a stone on that high hillside

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[Segunda Parte]

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Now in the pouring snow, sad, but swift
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I headed down the highway
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Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift
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And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave
              Em            D
Oh, but I got caught in the cold
               Am          Bm9-  C             Em
Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road
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And feeling like a dead man without a grave

[Estribillo]

        Em        D
Go rest easy, Madeline
                      Am          Bm9-  C              Em
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
               D                            C/G      C9/G  C/G
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        Bm9-  C                   Em
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
                 D                      C/G
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside

C          Em
Oh my, oh my

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[Tercera Parte]

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

[Estribillo]

        Em        D
Go rest easy, Madeline
                      Am          Bm9-  C              Em
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
               D                            C/G      C9/G  C/G
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        Bm9-  C                   Em
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
                 D                      C/G      C9/G  C/G
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside

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