Steve Earle - Tom Ames Prayer Chords

 
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
2
3
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
2
4
1
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
2
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
4 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X

12 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
G time that D he was G ten. G One day his daddy took a 10-dollar bill and he tucked it in his D hand, He said Em I know you're headed for C trouble son, your G mama wouldn't D under G stand. G So he took his dad's money and his brother's old bay and he left without a word of D thanks, Fell Em in with this crowd in a C border town and he G took to D robbin' G banks.

Em C G D

Em C G D G

G Outside the law his luck a-run out fast, a few years came and D went; Til he was Em trapped up in an alley in C Abilene with G all but D four shells G spent. G And he realized then that prayin' was the only thing he hadn't ever D tried; He Em didn't know quite how to C do it but he G looked up D to the G sky. G He said "You don't owe me nothin and as far as I know, Lord I don't owe nothin' to D you Em I ain't askin for a C miracle Lord A G little bit of D luck will G do. G You know I ain't never prayed before cause it always seemed to D me that Em prayin was just like C beggin' and I G don't take D chari G ty.

Break

Em C G D

Em C G D G

G Lord, I've had some breaks in my life as you already D know I've Em had some help from the good lord and the C devil himself's been G strictly D touch and G go. G Right here now with my back to the wall I can't help but re D call how they Em nearly hung me for C stealin' a horse in G Ft. D Smith, G Arkansas G Judge Parker said guilty and his gavel came down just like a cannon D shot I Em went away C quietly I beg G an to D file and G plot. G They sent that old preacher down to my cell he said, "the lord is your only D hope, Em he'll be the only friend you C have, son when you G hit the D end of Parker's G rope." G Well, I guess he could've kept on preachin' til Christmas but he turned his back on D me Em I put a homemade blade to that C golden throat and asked the G deputy D for the G key. G Ah, but who in the hell am I talkin to? there ain't no one here but D me Em So he cocked both his pistols, C spit in the dirt, and G walked in D to that G street.