Chords with lyrics
E7E7 A7A7 B7B7
♫ Verse:
E7E7
We jump 'round the ring, and we loosen your reins
A7A7
I heard the man was roamin' free, now he's livin' in chains
E7E7
Woah wo, everywhere I got the world in tow
B7B7
No matter where I turn I got to carry its load
E7E7
Well, Shoeshine Brother thinks I'm so naive;
A7A7
Lookin' at me thinkin' I got something hidden up my sleeve
E7E7
No, Sirree, I'm cool as can be
B7B7
I got no money, but I'm always feelin' free, free, free
E7E7
So whatchu think you're doin', who do you think you are?
A7A7
Drinkin' bottles of whiskey, smokin' Cuban cigars
E7E7
Think if you act like a man, you can alter this wheel
B7B7
You can't make it in this world without that blood on your bootheels
E7E7
Well, get your head right, a-put your keys up on the table
A7A7
While they polishin' their pistols and they're staring out the windows
E7E7
Wonderin' who's a comin' down my gate
B7B7
Hey, pick a side, Love, tie your boots up and then get your ass in line
E7E7
Well, see them swindlers, got the bub?
A7A7
It's a wonder that they'll ever see the light of day
E7E7
With people like you walkin' down the street, if police were policin'
B7B7
Then I probably wouldn't have to follow him every step of his feet
E7E7
They look me in the eye, and they look me in the face
A7A7
And they review my fate, say my name, raise your name
E7E7
Son grab your gun and run, ah, you got no appeal;
B7B7
You can't make it in this world without that blood on your bootheels
♫ Solo:
verse chords repeat 2x
E7E7
I have a dream too, you think I ain't got dreams?
A7A7
When I close my eyes and sleep, only thing I can believe in
E7E7
My religion I envision murderin' everything livin'
B7B7
When I'm cookin' up my goddamn future in the kitchen
E7E7
What makes you aaaall my favorite mess
A7A7
A augmentedA vision of a blackened head bent over a fence
E7E7
Took a beatin' to his head, forty bullets to his chest
B7B7
Now with one hand on the bible, claimed it was in self-defense
E7E7
I read all those books, yeah I seen all them films
A7A7
I bet you got a pretty degree up in your window sill
E7E7
Well, leave me out of it, people like me don't live to feel
B7B7
We can make it in this world without that blood on our bootheels
E7E7 A7A7 B7B7 A7A7 E7E7