| Bm | F#m |
| Bm | F#m |
| 1.Verse |
| Bm | F#m | |
| When | I woke up this | morning |
| Bm | F#m | |
| I | found myself | alone |
| G | A | |
| I | turned to touch her | hair |
| Bm | A | |
| but she was | gone, she was | gone |
| F#m | Bm | |
| And | there beside my | pillow |
| F#m | Bm | |
| were her | tears from the night | before |
| G | A | Bm | Bm | |
| she | said give up your | guns and face the | law |
| 2.Verse |
| Bm | F#m | |
| I | robbed a bank in | Tampa |
| Bm | F#m | |
| and I | thought I had it | made |
| G | A | |
| but the | hounds picked up my | trail |
| Bm | |
| within the | Glades |
| Fm | |
| so I | ran |
| F#m | Bm | |
| And I | stumbled on this | cabin |
| F#m | Bm | |
| and she | came to me once | more |
| G | A | Bm | Bm | |
| she | said give up your | guns and face the | law |
| Bridge |
| Bm | A | D | |
| I don't | wanna | leave her |
| C | F#m | |
| I don't wanna | die |
| C | G | |
| deep within a | cold cold grave |
| Em | Dmai7 | |
| with | no-one 'round to | cry |
| Bm | A | D | |
| but I | got my | pistol |
| C | G | |
| now it's time to | choose |
| C | G | |
| shootin' here or | hanging there |
| Em | F#7 | |
| and | either way I | loose |
| 3.Verse |
| Bm | F#m | |
| And | now I'm in this | cabin |
| Bm | F#m | |
| where my | own true love should | be |
| G | A | Bm | |
| Instead | there lies a note | she wrote to | me |
| A | |
| and it says |
| F#m | Bm | |
| no you | can't live by the | bullet |
| F#m | Bm | |
| and you | sure as death can | die |
| G | A | Bm | F# | |
| my | love, give up your | guns or say good | bye... good | bye |
| F#m | Bm | |
| And the | sheriff now is | calling |
| F#m | Bm | |
| with a | shotgun at my | door |
| G | A | Bm | |
| s | on... give up your | guns 'n face the | law |
| Outro |
| Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | |
| repeat & fade |
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|  Transcibed by Marc Ruffer 09.01.1998 |
|   contact via izzy_ratte@hotmail.com |
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