Blood On Your Bootheels

E7  A7  B7

E7
We jump 'round the ring, and we loosen your reins
             A7
I heard the man was roamin' free, now he's livin' in chains
      E7
Woah wo, everywhere I got the world in tow
            B7
No matter where I turn I got to carry its load
           E7
Well, Shoeshine Brother thinks I'm so naive;
            A7
Lookin' at me thinkin' I got something hidden up my sleeve
        E7
No, Sirree, I'm cool as can be
           B7
I got no money, but I'm always feelin' free, free, free
       E7
So whatchu think you're doin', who do you think you are?
           A7
Drinkin' bottles of whiskey, smokin' Cuban cigars
              E7
Think if you act like a man, you can alter this wheel
            B7
You can't make it in this world without that blood on your bootheels
       E7
Well, get your head right, a-put your keys up on the table
             A7
While they polishin' their pistols and they're staring out the windows
     E7
Wonderin' who's a comin' down my gate
         B7
Hey, pick a side, Love, tie your boots up and then get your ass in line
       E7
Well, see them swindlers got the bub - it's a wonder
            A7
That they'll ever see the light of day with people like...
  E7
You walkin' down the street, if police were policin'
         B7
Then I probably wouldn't have to follow him every step of his feet
      E7
They look me in the eye, and they look me in the face
           A7
And they review my fate, say my name, raise your name
      E7
Son grab your gun and run, ah, you got no appeal;
        B7
You can't make it in this world without that blood on your bootheels

verse chords repeat 2x
          E7
I have a dream too, you think I ain't got dreams?
          A7
When I close my eyes and sleep, only thing I can believe in
        E7
My religion I envision murderin' everything livin'
        B7
When I'm cookin' up my goddamn future in the kitchen
    E7
What makes you aaaall my favorite mess
      A7
A vision of a blackened head bent over a fence
       E7
Took a beatin' to his head, forty bullets to his chest
         B7
Now with one hand on the bible, claimed it was in self-defense
    E7
I read all those books, yeah I seen all them films
     A7
I bet you got a pretty degree up in your window sill
       E7
Well, leave me out of it, people like me don't live to feel
         B7
We can make it in this world without that blood on our bootheels

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