Cottonseed by Drive-By Truckers
Key: AA | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


A                                  G               D
I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds
   G                                                      A
To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes
A                                G                 D 
Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true
G                                                        A
Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze
It's been a while since I put on a suit of my own clothes
And even longer since I cast my shadow on a church house door
They say every sin is deadly but I believe they may be wrong
I'm guilty of all seven and I don't feel too bad at all
Bridge:
  D
I used to have a wad of hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my suit
         G                                           A      
I had a .45 underneath my coat and another one in my boot
  D
I drove a big ole Cadillac, bought a new one anytime I pleased
      G                                                    A  
And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed
I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state I mentioned
But a man like me don't do no time too hard to come back from
The meanest of the mean, I see you lock away and toss the key
But they're all just loud mouth punks to me, I've scr*ped meaner off my shoe
Bridge 2:
Somewhere, I ain't saying, there's a hole that holds a judge
The last one that I dug myself and I must admit I was 
Sad to lay him in it, but I did the best I could
Once his Honor grows a conscience, well folks, that there just ain't no good
Bridge 3:
                 G                                           A 
There's a pretty girl out there said "Daddy, you stay cool tonight
G                                                     A
All I need from you is to come home and be here by my side
    G                                                 A  
Say what you gotta say to shut their Bibles and their mouths
        G            G/G#                  G/G              A 
If they was to tie a noose, they'd have to lay their Bibles down"
I ain't here to save no souls and even if I could
I could never save enough to put back half the ones I took
So if they rest in torment you can't say it's cause of me
They'd long been bought and paid for like that fool's in Tennessee