I Came Around Murder by Death
Intro: F
[F]Cars lined up the s[A#]treet
A pro[Dm]cession for the t[F]hief
The m[F]en were restless and the w[A#]omen howled
As t[Dm]hey professed their g[F]rief
A s[Dm]moke was lying o[F]n his lips
And in his h[A#]and a rusty f[C]lask
[F]Even in death he'd f[Dm]orced a smile
I oughta give him his dues for g[C]oing out like th[F]at
Interlude:
[F]Dm[Dm] x2[F] [A#]F x2
[F]Dm[A#] x2[Dm] F[A#] x2
When you've w[F]alked through the valley
Saw the f[A#]ace of death
And you've p[Dm]aid your debts
Well t[A#]hen, is there anything l[Dm]eft
[A#] Is there anything l[F]eft
When you've[Dm] settled [A#]up
Is there anything l[F]eft
I c[F]ame to pay a false c[A#]ourtesy
So y[Dm]ou couldn't get the [A#]best of me
But the g[Dm]rief hung in the [A#]air and mingled with the s[F]weat
I pres[Dm]umed to know your i[A#]nner workings, but I just w[F]ept
I [A#]never thought much about the [F]man
He was always just dr[C]ifting a[F]long
But a c[A#]ouple hours in
We were drunk as s[F]in
I was w[Dm]rong, I was w[A#]rong about [F]him
I came a[Dm]round, I came a[A#]round, I came a[F]round
I t[F]ook you for a h[A#]anger-on
But the [Dm]way those folks all w[F]ept
You m[F]ust've been doing s[A#]omething right
To move the c[Dm]ompany you k[F]ept
The dr[A#]inks kept coming and I l[F]oosed my tongue
And I t[Dm]alked a little s[C]hit
But your f[F]riends just laughed and c[A#]himed right in
Telling y[Dm]arns so good it made me [F]quit
I [A#]never thought much about the [F]man
He was always just dr[C]ifting a[F]long
But a c[A#]ouple hours in
We were drunk as s[F]in
I was w[Dm]rong, I was w[A#]rong about [F]him
I came a[Dm]round, I came a[A#]round, I came a[F]round
[A#]The room started r[F]eeling
[A#]I got the f[F]eeling I read you wrong
[A#]Then another [F]bottle of g[A#]in
[A#]Break out the bar [F]brawl a[A#]gain
[A#]You were the r[F]eason for t[C]hem
By the t[F]ime the sun was [A#]at its feet
Every[Dm]body there was p[F]issed
And I can s[F]ay with some degree of c[A#]ertainty
The old b[Dm]astard will be m[F]issed
[A#]I thought your l[F]ife was nothing m[A#]ore than one long [C]grift
Now I [F]sit weeping by your c[Dm]offin
Clutching a b[A#]ottle in my f[F]ist
I came a[Dm]round, I came a[A#]round, I came a[F]round x 6
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New single from Murder by Death's unreleased album "Bitter Drink, Bitter Moon".
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