by Dylan Hart
(Verse)
C E Am
I could smell the liqueur
I could smell the smoke
All the trees were burning
Flames licked the Oak
He said if you shoot me
"you had better kill me"
And he died with grace
But without his dignity
(Chorus)
G F Am Dm
Less than a nameless face
We all shot him to the dirt
Not even the devil
Would take his soul for what its worth
Hiding behind a cloth
With a six shooter exposed
Up until that moment
He remained unopposed
(verse)
I finished the drink i bought
And finished the smoke I rolled
Then I walked out those doors
To the road paved with gold
So if they strike you first
Just like they did to me
Whats the problem with
burying them six feet beneath.
(Chorus)
G F Am Dm
Less than a nameless face
We all shot him to the dirt
Not even the devil
Would take his soul for what its worth
Hiding behind a cloth
With a six shooter exposed
Up until that moment
He remained unopposed
(verse)
The splatter marks on the table
And the wine that hit the ground
The drip and patter it made
Was such a beautiful sound.
I guess the most valuable
Thing that we own
Really isn't that valuable
To me it was unbeknown
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