Ian Noe - Letter To Madeline, аккорды новинка

[Вступление]:
G#

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

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

[Проигрыш]:
Fm
 | 
D#
 | 
A#m
 | 
C#

[Куплет]:
                    
Fm
               
D#
Now in the pouring snow, sad, but swift
                    
A#m
I headed down the highway
                   
C#
                     
Fm
Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift
                       
D#
                    
C#
And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave
               
Fm
             
D#
Oh, but I got caught in the cold
                
A#m
           
G#
  
C#
             
Fm
Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road
                     
D#
                  
C#
And feeling like a dead man without a grave

[Припев]:
         
Fm
     
D#
Go rest easy, Madeline
                        
A#m
                
C#
            
Fm
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line
                
D#
                            
C#
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time
                       
Fm
             
D#
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised
                 
A#m
                
C#
                
Fm
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died
                   
D#
                   
C#
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
C#
          
Fm
Oh my, oh my

[Проигрыш]:
Fm
 | 
D#
 | 
A#m
 | 
C#
Fm
 | 
D#
 | 
C#

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

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