Letter To Madeline - Ian Noe | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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G#
                          Fm          D#
Looked like a hundred guns  held on me

[Verse 1]
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                    A#m
Hunkered by the shed  of
        C#               Fm
Detroit General & Company
                   D#                      C#
Calling, "Boy come out, we have you jailed"
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Beside the buckshot door,  I stood still
                      A#m
Wondering how the hell
                  C#                Fm
The bastards found me in those hills
                  D#                           C#
And clinging to a letter that I wish I'd mailed

[Chorus (1)]
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          Fm          D#
Go rest easy, Madeline
                          A#m
I'm bringing down the bank
            C#                 Fm
Across this flooded county line
                    D#
And when I get home,
                           C#
We'll have a grand old time
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But don't you shed no tears  or be surprised
                   A#m
If you get the word  that
         C#                  Fm
Your wild man has up and died
                      D#                    C#
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside

[Pre-Verse]
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Fm D# C#                       Fm              D#
      Now in the pouring snow,  sad, but swift

[Verse 2]
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                      A#m
I headed down the highway
                C#                           Fm
Hoping that the burden of my blues would lift
                         D#                     C#
And praying that the whiskey would keep me brave
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Oh, but I got caught  in the cold
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Looking like a hobo without no mercy from the road
                       D#                  C#
And feeling like a dead man without a grave

[Chorus (2)]
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          Fm          D#
Go rest easy, Madeline
                          A#m
I'm bringing down the bank
            C#                 Fm
Across this flooded county line
                    D#
And when I get home,
                           C#
We'll have a grand old time
                           Fm               D#
But don't you shed no tears  or be surprised
                   A#m
If you get the word  that
         C#                  Fm
Your wild man has up and died
                      D#                    C#
Just set me up a stone on that high hillside
            Fm
Oh my, oh my

[Interlude]
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D# | A#m | C# | Fm 
D# | C#  
                       Fm
Bloodiedup and chained,

[Verse 3]
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                   D#
My legs pinned down
                  A#m
I woke to find my fate in the hands of
    C#                  Fm
Four men gathered 'round
                       D#                C#
And cursing for the bag they knew I'd hid
And the more they stomped
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And moaned,  the more I prayed
                   A#m
Feeling every spark  flying off of
         C#                     Fm
That file and their rusted blade
                               D#
Said, "Better think it through,
                              C#
This is your last chance, kid"



[Outro]
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Fm | D# | A#m | C# 
Fm | D# | C#