Hợp âm Guitar
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DThe Esmoke cloud Bbillows out his mouth
Like a Dfreight train Ethrough a small Btown
The Djokes that he Etold across the Bbar
Were Drevolting and Efar too Bloud
DThey Eshake their heads, Gbmsaying "God Dhelp her"
When I Etell them Gbmhe's my Dman
But Dyour good Elord doesn't Gbmneed to lift a Dfinger
I can Efix him, no Gbmreally I Dcan
DAnd Eonly I Gbmcan
DThe Edopamine Braces through his brain
On a Dsix lane ETexas Bhighway
DHis Ehand, so Bcalloused from his pistol
Softly Dtraces hearts Eon my Bface
DAnd I could Esee it from a Bmile away
A perfect Dcase for my Ecertain Bskillset
DHe had a Ehalo of the Bhighest grade
He Djust hadn't Emet me Byet
DThey Eshake their heads, Gbmsaying "God Dhelp her"
When I Etell them Gbmhe's my Dman
But Dyour good Elord doesn't Gbmneed to lift a Dfinger
I can Efix him, no Gbmreally I Dcan
DAnd Eonly I Gbmcan
DGood Eboy, Gbmthat's Eright
DCome Eclose, I'll Gbmshow you heaven
If you'll be an D Eangel Gbmall Enight
Trust me, DI Ecan Gbmhandle me a dangerous man D E Gbm
No, really, I can
DThey Eshook their heads, Gbmsaying "God Dhelp her"
When I Etold them Gbmhe's my Dman
But Dyour good Elord didn't Gbmneed to lift a Dfinger
I can Efix him, no Gbmreally I Dcan
DWhoa, Emaybe, I Gbmcan't
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