Am D G C
I can live with god and with su-i-cide
Am D G C
the same thing holds if I close my eyes
Am D G C
it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead
Am D G C Am D G C
a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head
Am D G C
Wo-a ho woa oa-hu-o
Am D G C
If a three-four cord can ignite a flame
Am D G C
and a girl like you can forget my name
Am D G C
then I'm that far gone in this crooked grave
Am D G C Am D G C
with a pistol for my creature and a feather for my bed
Am D G C
Wo-a ho woa oa-hu-o x3
Am D G C
When I do go down in a rain of toil
Am D G C
with a hand in my satchel and my knees in the soil
Am D G C
I can live with god and with su-i-cide
Am D G C Am D G C
a lover in her calico, a pony stands at her side
Am D G C
Wo-a ho woa oa-hu-o x5
Am D G C
I can live with god and with su-i-cide
Am D G C
the same thing holds if I close my eyes
Am D G C
it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead
Am D G C Am D G C
a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head
Am D G C
Wo-a ho woa oa-hu-o