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out among the stars Merle Haggard
[F]It's midnight at a liquor store in T[Bb]exas.
Ben[F]eath the neon, close up's just be[C7]gun.
When a [F]boy walks in the door and points a pistol.[Bb] [G]
He can't [F]find a job, but [C7]man, he's found a g[F]un.
Verse 2:
[F]But a change of heart before there's confron[Bb]tation.
Let's the [F]old man live and run out in the st[C7]reet.
But he [F]knows that soon they'll come with guns a bl[Bb]azing.[G]
And al[F]ready he can [C7]feel a great re[F]lief.
Chorus:
[F]Oh how many travlers get w[Bb]eary,
[F]Bearing both their burdens and their s[C7]cars,
[F]Don't you think they'd love to stop com[Bb]plaining,[G]
and [F]fly like eagles [C7]out among the s[F]tars.
Verse 3:
[F]He pictures the arrival of the [Bb]cruisers.
Sees that [F]old familiar anger in their [C7]eyes.
He [F]knows that when they're shooting at this [Bb]loser,[G]
They'll be [F]aiming at the d[C7]eamons in their li[F]ves.
Chorus:
[F]Oh how many travlers get w[Bb]eary,
[F]Bearing both their burdens and their s[C7]cars,
[F]Don't you think they'd love to stop com[Bb]plaining,[G]
and [F]fly like eagles [C7]out among the s[F]tars.
Verse 4:
[F]The evening news it carries all the d[Bb]etails.
He [F]dies in every living room in t[C7]own.
And [F]in his home a bottle's thrown in [Bb]anger.[G]
And his [F]father cries, "We'll [C7]never live this d[F]own."
Chorus:
[F]Oh how many travlers get w[Bb]eary,
[F]Bearing both their burdens and their s[C7]cars,
[F]Don't you think they'd love to stop com[Bb]plaining,[G]
and [F]fly like eagles [C7]out among the s[F]tars.
Oh-Oh, and [F]fly like eagles [C7]out among the s[F]tars.
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