The Search

Gm F D
Gm F D


[Verse 1]

Gm                          F
The bar room was quiet, and smoke 
filled the air
   D
A young fellow was dying with no one
 to care
Gm                       F
I held him in my arms, a sad sight 
to see
D
Hear my story, he said, 'fore you 
bury me

Bb           F                   Bb
When I was a boy I saw my father die
                           C   
By the gun of a man with a scar 
                 D
across his eye
                            D7
And I swore that when I was full 
grown
    Gm
I'd kill that man with a gun of my 
own
Gm  F         Eb         D      
I'd kill that man with a gun of 
   Gm
my own


[Verse 2]

Gm                         F
I spent the years working, working 
day and night
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D
Learning how to shoot, and learning 
how to fight
Gm                             F
The word got around, oh it was known
 by all
     D
They knew I drew fast, they knew I 
stood tall
Bb                      F
When the time was right, I left my 
town
   Bb                      C
To search for the man that gunned my
 pa down
  D                         D7
I rode through the night, I rode 
without stop
  Gm
I rode without rest, 'till I thought
 I would drop


[Interlude]

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Gm F D


[Verse 3]

Gm                             F
Then I heard that a man with a scar 
had been seen
        D
In some God-forsook town, north of 
Abilene
Gm                      F
I knew at last, I would see justice 
done
    D
And if pa was alive, he'd be proud 
of his son
Bb                             F
When I rode through that town, every
 man turned away;
           Bb                      
They could see by my face there was
 C
 devil to pay
  D                    D7
I got off my horse and went into the
 bar
    Gm
And standing right there was the man
 with the scar
    D                            
And standing right there was the man
Gm
 with the scar


[Verse 4]

Gm                        F
He looked straight at me, my mouth 
went dust-dry
          D
He said, "What is it son?" I said, 
"You're gonna die!"
Gm       F                  Eb  
But as I went for my gun, a 
          D
bullet hit my chest
And the last thing I saw was a star 
            Gm F
on his vest
D
That was the story he whispered to 
me

It's funny how foolish some men can 
be
Gm                                
And strange, I thought, as I 
      F
buried him that day
                            D
How men, without knowing why, throw 
their lives away