Tonalità: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Well, mama,
I'm writing a letter home
G
Cause I know that you think
what I've done
was wrong
D
But I'm here to tell you I've
Em
got no regrets
And you know your boy, don't take no shit
G
And that's exactly why I
killed that son of
a bitch
D
Em
And now I'm doing life in this metal pit
G
Well, a man's got to do
D
what he's got to do
C
When those consequences
Em
can't be crewed
With a one -way ticket to the graveyard
G
And I'm driving the hearse
C
G
A
Em
And I made you a bed in the desert
Well, the story I'm about to tell
G
And the first verse you heard,
it didn't end so well
D
For that loose -lipped,
Em
non -English -speaking immigrant
I said, I don't know what the
hell you're sayin'
G
And this bottle I'm drinkin'
got me to thinkin'
D
And every dog has its day,
and that dog was
G
Well a man's gotta do what
D
he's gotta do
C
Em
When those consequences can be cruel
With a one -way ticket to the graveyard
G
And I'm drivin' the hearse
C
G
A
And I made you a bed
Em
in the desert
I said adios amigo
G
hope you enjoyed your last burrito
D
if you have any final words let them be heard
Outro 1
I understand, sir.
C
G
A
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