Letter To Madeline chords

Ian Noe

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Capo: 1st fret

  			 
Intro G 
  
Primeira Parte 

                      Em          D 
Looked like a hundred guns held on me 
                 Am                C         Em 
Hunkered by the shed of Detroit General & Company 
               D                     C 
Calling, boy come out, we have you jailed 
                       Em            D 
Beside the buck-shot door, I stood still 
                   Am                 C               Em 
Wondering how the hell the bastards found me in those hills 
                    D                      C 
And clinging to a letter that I wish I'd mailed 
  
Refrão 

         Em        D 
Go rest easy, Madeline 
        Dm              Am                C            Em 
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line 
                D                            C 
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time 
                        Em             D 
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised 
                Am        G       C                Em 
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died 
                   D                   C 
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside 
  
Segunda Parte 

                    Em               D 
Now in the pouring snow, sad, but swift 
                    Am 
I headed down the highway 
                   C                     Em 
Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift 
                       D                    C 
And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave 
               Em             D 
Oh, but I got caught in the cold 
                Am           G  C             Em 
Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road 
                     D                  C 
And feeling like a dead man without a grave 
  
Refrão 

         Em     D 
Go rest easy, Madeline 
        Dm             Am                C            Em 
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line 
                D                            C 
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time 
                       Em             D 
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised 
                 Am        G      C                Em 
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died 
                   D                   C 
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside 
  
C          Em 
Oh my, oh my 

( Em  D  Am  C ) 
( Em  D  C ) 
  
Terceira Parte 

                 Em                      D 
Bloodied-up and chained, my legs pinned down 
                   Am                        C            Em 
I woke to find my fate in the hands of four men gathered 'round 
                    D                 C 
And cursing for the bag they knew I'd hid 
                              Em                  D 
And the more they stomped and moaned, the more I prayed 
               Am                       C                     Em 
Feeling every spark flying off of that file and their rusted blade 
                      D                                  C 
Said, better think it through, this is your last chance, kid 
  
Refrão 

         Em     D 
Go rest easy, Madeline 
        Dm             Am                C            Em 
I'm bringing down the bank across this flooded county line 
                D                            C 
And when I get home, we'll have a grand old time 
                       Em             D 
But don't you shed no tears or be surprised 
                 Am        G      C                Em 
If you get the word that your wild man has up and died 
                   D                   C 
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside