Originally in Dm, I play in Am, highest note that matters is the 5 of the minor key (on “tell me that I’m wanted”)
Intro
| Am |
Vox on the 1
| Am | |
| I w | ake up in the morning |
| G | |
| And I r | aise my weary head |
| D | |
| I’ve got an | old coat for a pillow |
| Am | |
| And the | Earth was last night’s bed |
Vox up to the 1 of the chord on “don’t”
| C | |
| I | don’t know where I’m going |
| G | |
| Only | god knows where I’ve been |
| D | |
| I’m a | devil on the run, a six gun lover |
| Am | |
| A | candle in the wind, yeah |
| Am |
| Am | |
| When you’re | brought into this world |
| G | |
| They | say you’re born with sin |
| D | |
| Well at | least they gave me something |
| Am | |
| I didn’t have to | steal or have to win |
This time the vox go up to the 3 of the chord
| C | |
| Well they | tell me that I’m wanted |
| G | |
| Yeah, | I’m a wanted man |
| D | |
| I’m a | colt in your stable, I’m what Cain was to Abel |
| Am | |
| Mister | catch me if you can |
| D | A | |
| I’m going | down in a blaze of | glory |
| D | A | |
| Take me | now but know the | truth |
| D | A | |
| I’m going | out in a blaze of | glory |
| G | |
| And lord I | never drew first, but I drew first blood |
| D | Am | |
| I’m | no one’s son, call me young g | un |
| Am |
| Am | |
| You | ask about my conscience |
| G | |
| And I | offer you my soul |
| D | |
| You ask if I’ll | grow to be a wise man |
| Am | |
| Well I a | sk if I’ll grow old |
| C | |
| You | ask me if I’ve known love |
| G | |
| And what it’s like to | sing songs in the rain |
| D | |
| Well, I’ve | seen love come, I’ve seen it shot down |
| Am | |
| I’ve | seen it die in vain |
| D | A | |
| Shot | down in a blaze of | glory |
| D | A | |
| Take me | now but know the | truth |
| D | A | |
| ‘Cause I’m going | down in a blaze of | glory |
| G | |
| Lord I n | ever drew first, but I drew first blood |
| D | Am | |
| I’m the | devil’s son, call me young g | un |
| Am |
Solo
| D | A | D | A |
| D | A | G | D |
| Am |
| Am | |
| Each | night I go to bed |
| G | |
| I pray the | lord my soul to keep |
| D | |
| No I ain’t | looking for forgiveness |
| Am | |
| But bef | ore I’m six foot deep |
| C | |
| Lord, | I got to ask a favor |
| G | |
| And I | hope you’ll understand |
| D | |
| ‘Cause I’ve | lived life to the fullest |
| Am | |
| Let this | boy die like a man |
| D |
| Staring down a bullet |
Let ring, wait for the ‘80s drum fill...
| Am | |
| Let me | make my final stand |
| D | A | |
| Shot | down in a blaze of | glory |
| D | A | |
| Take me | now but know the | truth |
| D | A | |
| I’m going | out in a blaze of | glory |
| G | |
| Lord I | never drew first, but I drew first blood |
| D | |
| And I’m | no one’s son |
| A | G | |
| Call me young | gun |
| D | A | |
| I’m a young | gun |
| A | G | D | Am | |
| Young | gun | , young | gun |
| Am |