Run From The Gun

Dead Confederate

Tom: F
G     C      F 
I got mad at history 
G                        C              F 
Picked it up and fell in love with everything 

G       C       F 
Men and pen and paper 
G                        C                    F 
Like the wind you let em in now they'll never leave 

F           G                  C 
Run from the gun, dont be afraid 
           G                  C 
Run from the gun where the dead lay 
           G                  C 
Run from the gun, dont be afraid 
               F 
Run from the gun 

You were sweet as poison 
Dried my mouth, took me out, and left me glad 
You did me no favors 
It was done by the last one that i ever had 

Run from the gun, dont be afraid 
Run from the gun where the dead lay 
Run from the gun, dont be afraid 
Run from the gun 

Run from the gun, dont be afraid 
Run from the gun where the dead lay 
Run from the gun, dont be afraid 
Run from the gun 

It was loaded with the pressure 
Too much pressure to be measured 
I was holding you off the wrong 
And it felt right... 

I got let down gently 
Never even knew the end was on the way 
Then I made my peace there 
Opened eyes and to my surprise it was a waste 

Run from the gun, dont be afraid 
Run from the gun with the deadly 
Run from the gun, dont be afraid 
Run from the gun 

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