Intro
G D C G (x2)
verse 1
G D
Well I was born in Bossier Parish, in Northern Louisian?
C G
Just a few miles south of Fillmore where my daddy owned some land
G D
And we were thick as a pair of thieves, my buddy Jack and me
C G
Drinkin? beer and playin? football, fishin? on them creeks
C G
Oh but now my life it seems like some old country song you know
D G
Lord I just turned 21, and there?s no chance of parole
C G
And I'm doin? life for murder, in this penitentiary
D C G
Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of bein? free
Solo
G D C G
verse 2
G D
We graduated high school, back in ?98
C G
Tried to live the clean life, but the clean life didn?t pay
G D
Then a friend of a friend of a friend of ours had a way to make ends meet
C G
And he gave us a crash course, in southern chemistry
C G
Oh but now my life it seems like some old country song you know
D C G
Lord I just turned 21, and there?s no chance of parole
C G
And I'm doin? life for murder, in this penitentiary
D C G
Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of bein? free
Solo
G D C G
verse 3
G D
And then one day it happened, and the wild men got the call
C G
And Jackie he?d been talkin?, with the local law
G D
They stuck him nearly fifty times and dumped him in the creek
C G
When the sheriff?s found the body, they pointed their bloody hands at me
A C
And I got a tattoo on my shoulder, I got a number on my chest
A C D
The tattoo just says ?Hot?, and that?s the place I love the best, yeah
Outro
G D C G (x3)
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