[Intro] Dm  F  C
        Dm  F  C
        Dm  F  C  Dm

[Primeira Parte]

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I've walked half of this country to get to this town
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To put a bill in my pocket, shake the dirt from a crown
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If your worries are trouble then your trouble, it's broke
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Your bottle is empty, now there's blood on the floor
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Your bottle is empty and there's blood on the floor

[Segunda Parte]

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Well, the colors ain't mixin', your tolerance has run dry
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So you board up your windows to make it through the night
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They might hunt you like foxes, they'll sell you as slaves
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You'll be the one throwin' fire when they make it to the grave
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You'll be the one throwin' fire when they make it to the grave

[Refrão]

F       C      Dm
Mother Mary called
F                 C           Dm            G
She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
F       C      Dm
Mother Mary called
F                           C               Dm
She wants her son's blood washed from the walls

( Dm  F  C )
( Dm  F  C )
( Dm  F  C  Dm )

[Terceira Parte]

Dm                         F            C         Dm
Well, we're havin' this baby come the first of July
Dm             F            C             Dm
My job is a joke and this bank account dry
Dm                            F       C                  Dm
If the Lord loves his children like your good book does teach
Dm                            F            C          Dm
Well, He'd burn these here bastards, put shoes on my feet
Dm                            F          C                         Dm
He'd burn these here bastards and put shoes, He'd put shoes on my feet

[Refrão]

F        C      Dm
Mother Mary called
F                C           Dm             G
She wants her son's blood washed from the walls
F        C      Dm
Mother Mary called
F                            C
She wants her son's blood washed
Am                           Dm
She wants her son's blood washed
F                                C
Said she wants her son's blood washed
Am                           Dm
She wants her son's blood washed
F                            C
Said she wants her son's blood, my Lord
Am                           Dm
She wants her son's blood, my Lord
F                         C                            Dm
Said she wants her son's blood, yeah, washed from the walls

[Final] Dm  F  C
        Dm  F  C
        Dm  F  C  Dm