G Everyone in Nagadoches knew Tom Ames D would come to some bad end, Em C Well, the sheriff had caught him stealing chickens and such by the G D G time that he was ten. G And one day his daddy took a 10 dollar bill D and he tucked it in his hand, Em C He said I can tell you're headed for trouble son, G D G and your mama wouldn't understand. G So he took that money and his brother's old bay D and left without a word of thanks, Em C Fell in with a crowd in some border town G D G Took to robbin' banks. [Solo] Em C G D Em C G D G [Verse] G Well, outside the law your luck'll run out fast, D a few years came and went; Em C 'til he's trapped in an alley in Abilene G D G with all but four shells spent. G And he realized prayin' was the only thing D that he hadn't ever tried; Em C well, he wasn't sure he knew quite how G D G but he looked up to the sky. G Said "You don't owe me nothin' and as far as I know, Lord D I don't owe nothin' to you Em C I ain't askin' for a miracle Lord G D G just a little bit of luck will do. G And you know I ain't never prayed before D but it always seemed to me Em C that prayin's the same as beggin' Lord G D G I don't take no charity. [Instrumental] Em C G D Em C G D G G Yeah, but right now Lord with my back to the wall D I can't help but recall Em C how they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse G D G in Ft. Smith, Arkansas G Judge Parker said guilty and the gavel came down D just like a cannon shot. Em C And I went away quietly G D G I began to file and plot. G Well, they sent the preacher down to my cell D he said, "the Lord is your only hope, Em C he's the only friend that you're gonna have G D G when you hit the end of Parker's rope." G Well, I guess he could've kept on preachin' 'til Christmas D but he turned his back on me. Em C I put a homemade blade to that golden throat G D G and asked the deputy for the key. G Yeah, it ain't the first close call I ever had D as I'm sure you already know Em C I had some help from you Lord and the Devil himself, G D G it's been strictly touch and go. G Yeah, but who in the hell am I talkin to? D There ain't no one here but me (single strum each chord) Em C And then he cocked both his pistols, and he spit in the dirt, G D G and he walked out in the street.
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