Written by Oliver Craven
Intro: G D A Bm A G A D
D A
Left my home I was 17, I was looking for a job
A D
When I met them no-good friends of mine.
D A
They gave me all kinds of bad advice and they taught me how to rob.
A Bm A
Said they'd always be there down the line...
A Bm Bm A
Be there down the line.
D A
I got my very first 12 gauge, got a half a dozen shells
A D
Come to find that one was all I need.
D A
I didn't waste no time a'thinkin' I got right down to the job.
A Bm A
That night a grown man would bleed...
A Bm Bm A
A grown man would bleed.
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
Still a kid I'll prob'ly die in my cell.
G A
At night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all with a lone shotgun shell.
Bm A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
D A D
D A
Well I run up into the country store, I demanded the cash.
A D
Had a bag in my left hand, a gun in my right.
D A
With the feelings I never had before it all happened oh too fast.
A Bm A
That shot rang out as cold as the night...
A Bm Bm A
Cold as the night.
D A
A dust cloud rose up in the air the blood flowin' from his mouth.
A D
Had his eyes wide open, they were starin' back at mine.
D A
Judge came out, put the gavel down, his voice mighty loud.
A Bm G
"You done wrong and boy you'll do the time...
A D
Boy you'll do the time."
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
Still a kid I'll prob'ly die in my cell.
G A
At night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all with a lone shotgun shell.
G A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
G A
There ain't no romance in 25 to life,
Bm A G
I'm still a kid I'll probably die in my cell.
G A
Hell at night I worry, no dog, no son, no wife.
Bm A G
I did it all, did it all to myself.
G A D A G
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
G A D A D
Whoa... A shotgun shell.
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