Angola
Turnpike Troubadours
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G Well I was born in Bossier Parish,D in Northern Louisian?C Just a few miles south of FillmoreG where my daddy owned some landG And we were thick as a pair ofD thieves, my buddy Jack and meC Drinkin? beer and playin?G football, fishin? on them creeks [Chorus]C Oh but now my life it seems likeG some old country song you knowD Lord I just turned 21, and there?sG no chance of paroleC And I?m doin? life for murder, inG this penitentiaryD Just a young man in Angola, seenC G the last of bein? free [Solo]Continúa después del anuncioG D C G [Verse 2]G D We graduated high school, back in ?98C Tried to live the clean life, butG the clean life didn?t payG Then a friend of a friend of aD friend of ours had a way to make ends meetC And he gave us a crash course, inG southern chemistry [Chorus]C Oh but now my life it seems likeG some old country song you knowD Lord I just turned 21, and there?sC G no chance of paroleC And I?m doin? life for murder, inG this penitentiaryD Just a young man in Angola, seenC G the last of bein? free [Solo]G D C G [Verse 3]G And then one day it happened, andD the wild men got the callC G And Jackie he?d been talkin?, with the local lawG They stuck him nearly fifty timesD and dumped him in the creekC When the sheriff?s found the body,G they pointed their bloody hands at meA And I got a tattoo on my shoulder,C I got a number on my chestA The tattoo just says ?Hot?, andC D that?s the place I love the best, yeah