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Pay in Blood  Bob Dylan

Well I'm [C]grinding my [F]life out, [F]steady and [C]sure
[C]Nothing more [F]wretched than what [F]I must en[C]dure
I'm [C]drenched in the [F]light that [F]shines from the [C]sun
I could [C]stone you to [F]death for the [F]wrongs that you [C]done
[Am]Sooner or later you [Dm]make a mis[Am]take,
I'll [Am]put you in a chain that you [Dm]never will [Am]break
[C]Legs and [F]arms and [F]body and [C]bone
[C]I pay in [F]blood, but [F]not my [C]own.
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Night after night, Day after day
They strip your useless hopes away
The more I take the more I give.
The more I die the more I live.
I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim.
I got dogs could tear you limb from limb.
I'm circlin' around the Southern Zone.
I pay in blood, but not my own.
Low cards are what I've got,
But I'll play this hand whether I like it or not.
I'm sworn to uphold the laws of God.
You can put me out in front of a firing squad.
I've been out and around with the rowdy men.
Just like you, my handsome friend.
My head's so hard, must be made of stone.
I pay in blood, but not my own.
Another politician pumping out the piss.
Another angry beggar blowing you a kiss.
You got the same eyes that your mother does.
If only you could prove who your father was.
Someone must have slipped a drug in your wine.
You gulped it down and you crossed the line.
Man can't live by bread alone.
I pay in blood, but not my own.
How I made it back home nobody knows,
or how I survived so many blows.
I've been thru Hell, What good did it do?
You bastard! I'm suppose to respect you?
I'll give you justice, I'll fatten your purse
Show me your moral virtue first.
Hear me holler and hear me moan.
I pay in blood but not my own.
You get your lover in the bed.
Come here, I'll break your lousy head.
Our nation must be saved and freed.
You've been accused of murder, how do you plead?
This is how I spend my days.
I came to bury, not to praise.
I'll drink my fill and sleep alone
I play in blood, but not my own.
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem -

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