The Ballad Of A Law Abiding Sophisticate

F A7 Dm Bb F A7 F F A7 Well, marry me Dm Bb To a rope and a tree F C7 F What that ol' judge called first degree F A7 And all the folks around town Dm Bb Swore to lay me in the ground F C7 When they found out I'd put that poor boy down Bb C F F A7 You see, I did not much care Dm Bb For the way that he'd sit and glare F C7 F So I closed his eyes for good with a bar-room chair F A7 Dm Bb F C7 F F A7 So, go and lay my poor bones Dm Bb Past Appalachian stone F C7 F Far beneath that cold ground all alone F A7 Oh, but if you're asking me Dm Bb Where I would rather be F C7 It was worth it to see that boy cut from the knees F A7 Dm Bb F C7 F