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| E | |
| When I look back on what I done |
| A | |
| 'Bout a hundred years from | now |
| C#m | |
| Gonna cry myself to | sleep at night |
| B | E | |
| somebody shows me | how ahhoo | hh |
| E | |
| When the sun shines down, whats left of me |
| A | |
| 'Bout a hundred years from | now |
| C#m | |
| Gonna cut my water with | rebel yell*, *-Whiskey |
| B | |
| and claw my way back to | town |
| A | Am | |
| One hundred years, | one hundred years |
| E | Ab | |
| They'll | break me, but I'll break them | toooooooooooooo |
| C#m | E | |
| Oh and | this here's for the | brakemen, |
| A | Am | E | |
| and | this one | is for | you |
| When the sky cracks open and the thunder comes |
| 'Bout a hundred years from now |
| Gonna bury this old yoke and chain |
| In the cold wet ground |
| And when I get off at tennebrook farm |
| 'Bout a hundred years from now |
| I'm gonna marry you out of common sense |
| And get out from behind this plow |
| B6 B7 (piano) |
| (Ladadadada Chord Progression) |
| E | C#m | B | A | E |
| One hundred years, one hundred years |
| they'll break me, but I'll break them Toooooo |
| Oh and this one's for the brakemen, and this one is for you |
| One hundred years, one hundred years |
| they'll break me but I'll break them Toooooooooo |
| Oh and this one's for the brakemen, and this one is for you |