25 to Life
By The Stray Birds
Capo 5
Intro: G D A Bm A G A D
[D]Left my home I was 17, I was looking for a j[A]ob
[A]When I met them no-good friends of min[D]e.
[D]They gave me all kinds of bad advice and they taught me how to ro[A]b.
[A]Said they'd always be there down the l[Bm]ine...[A]
[A]Be there down the l[Bm]ine.[Bm][A]
[D]I got my very first 12 gauge, got a half a dozen she[A]lls
[A]Come to find that one was all I ne[D]ed.
[D]I didn't waste no time a'thinkin' I got right down to the j[A]ob.
[A]That night a grown man would bl[Bm]eed...[A]
[A]A grown man would bl[Bm]eed.[Bm][A]
[G]There ain't no romance in [A]25 to life,
Still a [Bm]kid I'll prob'ly [A]die in my c[G]ell.
[G]At night I worry, no [A]dog, no son, no wife.
I did it [Bm]all with a l[A]one shotgun s[G]hell.
[Bm]Whoa..[A]. A shotgun sh[D]ell.
[D] [A] [D]
[D]Well I run up into the country store, I demanded the c[A]ash.
[A]Had a bag in my left hand, a gun in my [D]right.
[D]With the feelings I never had before it all happened oh too f[A]ast.
[A]That shot rang out as cold as the n[Bm]ight...[A]
[A]Cold as the n[Bm]ight.[Bm][A]
[D]A dust cloud rose up in the air the blood flowin' from his m[A]outh.
[A]Had his eyes wide open, they were starin' back at m[D]ine.
[D]Judge came out, put the gavel down, his voice mighty l[A]oud.
[A]"You done wrong and boy you'll do the [Bm]time...[G]
Boy y[A]ou'll do the t[D]ime."
[G]There ain't no romance in [A]25 to life,
Still a [Bm]kid I'll prob'ly [A]die in my [G]cell.
[G]At night I worry, no [A]dog, no son, no wife.
I did it [Bm]all with a l[A]one shotgun s[G]hell.
[G]Whoa.[A].. A shotgun [D]shell.
[G]There ain't no romance in [A]25 to life,
I'm still a [Bm]kid I'll probably [A]die in my [G]cell.
[G]Hell at night I worry, no d[A]og, no son, no wife.
I did it [Bm]all, did it [A]all to mys[G]elf.
[G]Whoa.[A].. A shotgun s[D]he[A]ll[G].
[G]Whoa.[A].. A shotgun s[D]hell.[A][D]
By The Stray Birds
Capo 5
Intro: G D A Bm A G A D
[D]Left my home I was 17, I was looking for a j[A]ob
[A]When I met them no-good friends of min[D]e.
[D]They gave me all kinds of bad advice and they taught me how to ro[A]b.
[A]Said they'd always be there down the l[Bm]ine...[A]
[A]Be there down the l[Bm]ine.[Bm][A]
[D]I got my very first 12 gauge, got a half a dozen she[A]lls
[A]Come to find that one was all I ne[D]ed.
[D]I didn't waste no time a'thinkin' I got right down to the j[A]ob.
[A]That night a grown man would bl[Bm]eed...[A]
[A]A grown man would bl[Bm]eed.[Bm][A]
[G]There ain't no romance in [A]25 to life,
Still a [Bm]kid I'll prob'ly [A]die in my c[G]ell.
[G]At night I worry, no [A]dog, no son, no wife.
I did it [Bm]all with a l[A]one shotgun s[G]hell.
[Bm]Whoa..[A]. A shotgun sh[D]ell.
[D] [A] [D]
[D]Well I run up into the country store, I demanded the c[A]ash.
[A]Had a bag in my left hand, a gun in my [D]right.
[D]With the feelings I never had before it all happened oh too f[A]ast.
[A]That shot rang out as cold as the n[Bm]ight...[A]
[A]Cold as the n[Bm]ight.[Bm][A]
[D]A dust cloud rose up in the air the blood flowin' from his m[A]outh.
[A]Had his eyes wide open, they were starin' back at m[D]ine.
[D]Judge came out, put the gavel down, his voice mighty l[A]oud.
[A]"You done wrong and boy you'll do the [Bm]time...[G]
Boy y[A]ou'll do the t[D]ime."
[G]There ain't no romance in [A]25 to life,
Still a [Bm]kid I'll prob'ly [A]die in my [G]cell.
[G]At night I worry, no [A]dog, no son, no wife.
I did it [Bm]all with a l[A]one shotgun s[G]hell.
[G]Whoa.[A].. A shotgun [D]shell.
[G]There ain't no romance in [A]25 to life,
I'm still a [Bm]kid I'll probably [A]die in my [G]cell.
[G]Hell at night I worry, no d[A]og, no son, no wife.
I did it [Bm]all, did it [A]all to mys[G]elf.
[G]Whoa.[A].. A shotgun s[D]he[A]ll[G].
[G]Whoa.[A].. A shotgun s[D]hell.[A][D]
