Nocturnal Goatsucker - A Ballad Of Crime Chords

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C♯Johnny was a Acowboy and EJonas was a Bthief

Startin’ brawls and raisin’ hell, the world lay at their feet

Then one day at half-past ten, beneath a stormy sky

The sheriff rode into the town and said, “One-a you’s a gonna die”

 Now, C♯Johnny never Ameant no harm, Ehe’s just havin’ Bfun

But Jonas, on the other hand, heard this and drew his gun

He said, “Listen, sir, I may be a thief, but I deserve to live”

“So git on off that horse yer on, we’ll see whose life to give”

 As the C♯sheriff jumped off that Ahorse of his, his Ehead began to Bspin

He glared into the eyes of Jonas, who flashed an evil grin

Ten paces each, the best man wins, the lesser’s full of lead

The legend goes that four steps in, the sheriff was shot dead

Johnny watched all this alone, his mouth agape in fear

“My gawd Jonas, what’ve ya done!? Le’s git outta here!”

Into the rain with two stolen horses and half a bottle of booze

A posse of twelve was on their trail, they had no time to lose

The sun went down behind the hills as day turned into night

The only thing that kept them warm was frigid, shakin’ fright

For seven days and seven nights the culprits roamed the land

Sleepin’ in holes and eatin’ rats to escape the upper hand

But on day eight, upon a tall hill, silhouetted by the dawn

The bounty hunters appeared in force to nail right into wrong

The two were dragged back into town amid the jeers and screams

Said Jonas to his only friend, “I pray this is a dream”

The courtroom judge slammed his gavel so entrusted to its time

The boys were led down to their cell, encrusted with raw crime

With nothin’ left to live for but with somethin’ left to die

The friends decided to take a risk and give escape a try

The date was set for a summer night, the twenty-fourth of June

Wolves were howlin’ under stars at the brazen, shinin’ moon

With nothin’ but their own bare hands and a rusty dinner knife

A tunnel was dug between the two, in time to save their lives

Before long the two were out and runnin’ with all their strength

In their cement grave they left behind the burden of deadly angst

They ran with both arms wavin’ high and joyful shouts of glee

The town folk all rushed outside their homes, into the street to see

Mistaken for two bandits who’d just robbed a nearby train

An unknown gunman found his marks, leavin’ thief and cowboy slain

The moral of this story is to try and follow laws

But most of all follow friends, for they are worth it all