G G# G G# - G G# G G# G G# G G# Father, I have come to tell you about something I done G G# G G# Well, as the night reared its light head into a baby's sun G G# G G# We rolled down into the town from where the Black Throats come G G# G G# And you know there was a robbery, there was a holdup G G# G G# Oh, there was a shootout, and there was a k*lling A# And there's blood on my hands G G# G G# Today I k*lled a man - G G# G G# G G# G G# Well now, sister, you know me well G G# G G# G G# G G# And you ask me, well, how it was I felt G G# G G# G G# G G# Well, she had an appetite for loving only a fading beauty could possess G G# G G# G G# G G# She knew just what she wanted and she wouldn't take less G G# G G# I figured it was a small town, it was at sundown G G# It was just a small crowd of people around G G# Oh, but he wouldn't put his guns down G G# No, he wouldn't put his guns down G G# Woah, he wouldn't put his guns down A# Now, his blood's on my hands G G# G Today I k*lled a man - G# D# And papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot A# G D# The love song a bullet sings as she whistles A# G G# And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol - G G# G G# G G# G G# Well now, father, I have come to tell you about something I done G G# G G# He had a widow running through town screaming G G# G G# He had a brother and his tears were streaming G G# G G# Now I'm moving on the border with a rifle on my shoulder G G# G G# 'Cause daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot A# G D# The love song a bullet sings as she whistles A# G G# And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol G G# G G# And I just come to tell you that it don't hurt no more G G# G G# No, it don't hurt no more 'cause your son, he's an outlaw G G# Oh, your son, he's an outlaw G G# Yes, your son, he's an outlaw G G# Oh, your son, he's an outlaw G G# Now, your son, he's an outlaw G G# Oh, your son, he's an outlaw A# Now, his blood feels good on my hands G G# G Today I k*lled a man
