Ballad Of A Law Abiding Sophisticate

C E Am F C G G C C E7 Well, marry me Am F To a rope and a tree C E7 C What that ol' judge called first degree C E7 And all the folks around town Am Swore to lay me F In the ground C G C F G C They found out I put that poor boy down C You see I E7 Did not much care Am For the way F That he'd sit and glare C So I closed G His eyes for good C E Am F C G C With a bar-room chair C E7 So, gonna lay my poor bones Am F Past Appalachian stones C G C Far beneath that cold ground all alone E7 Oh but if you're asking me Am F Where I would rather be C It was worth it G To see that boy C Cut from the knees C E7 Am F C G G C