Тональность: A major
Verse 1
G
D
G
I was always one to consider myself
C
G
as coming from a long, long line
Of cussers and fighters
and wild bull riders
A
D
and connoisseurs of fine moonshine
G
My old granddaddy called me the pistol,
C
G
said I was the son of a gun
And keepin' up with the family tradition
D
G
I was not to be outdone
C
For the longest time I've been
punchin' in the lane
G
C
Guess my good luck just expired
Cm
G
Because this old pistol
D
G
C
G
just got loaded and fired
C
Yeah, this old pistol
G
just got loaded and fired
My boss said my performance on job
A
D
left a lot to be desired
but I couldn't talk straight
C
Cm
And I suddenly felt real tired
G
Because this old pistol
D
G
C
just got loaded and fired
Interlude 1
G
C
G
A
D
G
C
Cm
G
D
G
Verse 2
G
Here I stand at the old time clock
C
G
Call it the scene of the crime
My eyes are red and halfway closed
A
D
And my breath smells like turpentine
G
I'm through with drinkin'
my breakfast
C
Cm
Guess it's time to get inspired
G
Because this old pistol
D
G
Just got loaded and fired
C
Yeah, this old pistol
G
Just got loaded and fired
My boss said my performance on the job
A
D
Left a lot to be desired
But I couldn't talk straight
C
Cm
And I suddenly felt real tired
G
Because this old pistol
D
G
Just got loaded and fired
I tried to argue
But I couldn't see straight
C
Cm
And I suddenly felt real tired
G
Because this old pistol
D
G
D
G
C
G
Just got loaded and fired
Bang!
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