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Big Sleep

Murder By Death
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D-DU-UDU
 At the end  of the road
 He calls everyone home
 And the fire  will consume  us
 Striking through  to the bone
 At the end  of the road
 you will sleep,  hear him call
 as the congregations crumble
 and the chapels  will fall
 And the taste  on your tongue,
 well it comes  yeah it comes
 With the bittersweet pang of remorse  and pain
 Till the judgment  is made
 The prosecution’s  won
 The gavel has fallen
 And justice  is done
The  courtroom clears
 I’m left alone  on the bench
My  wife and children gone
 Along  with the defense
 The bailiff  leads me back  to my cell
 Like the riverman, ferrying  me to Hell
 I can’t blame  ‘em, no
 To hate  me for what I’ve done
 I hear them whispering  in the hall
 “you’ll live and die  by the gun”
 All I  can do is sit  here and pray
 I’ll be forgiven  on judgment day
 Tell my wife  in our yard
 Buried underneath  the pine
 There's a shoebox  full of money
 of which I never  earned a dime
Use  it to start  over,
 the way  things should have been
 Live honest,  and love again
 Tell my wife,  tell my kids,  I never  meant for this to happen
 end on
 When they flip the switch,
 please do not stay
 I couldn't bear for you
 to remember me this way

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Readable chord sheet for Big Sleep by Murder By Death

At the [Bm]end of the [Em]road
He calls [A]everyone [Bm]home
And the [Bm]fire will con[Em]sume us
Striking [F#]through to the bone

At the [Bm]end of the [Em]road
you will [A]sleep, hear him [Bm]call
as the [Bm]congregations [Em]crumble
and the [F#]chapels will [Bm]fall

And the [Em]taste on your [A]tongue,
well it [Bm]comes yeah it comes
With the bittersweet pang of [F#]remorse and pain

Till the [Em]judgment is [A]made
The [Bm]prosecution’s won

The gavel has fallen
And [F#]justice is [Bm]done

[Bm] [Em] [A] [Bm] [Em] [F#]

[Bm]The courtroom [Em]clears
I’m left [A]alone on the [Bm]bench
[Bm]My wife and children [Em]gone
Al[F#]ong with the defense
The [Em]bailiff leads me [A]back to my [Bm]cell
Like the [Bm]riverman, [F#]ferrying me to [Bm]Hell

I can’t [Em]blame ‘em, [A]no
To [Bm]hate me for what I’ve done
I hear them [Em]whispering in the [A]hall
“you’ll live and [Bm]die by the gun”
All [Em]I can do is [A]sit here and [Bm]pray
I’ll be [Bm]forgiven on [F#]judgment [Bm]day

Tell my [Em]wife in our [A]yard
Buried [Bm]underneath the pine
There's a [Em]shoebox full of [A]money
of which I [Bm]never earned a dime
[Em]Use it to [F#]start over,
the [Bm]way things should have been
Live honest,[F#] and love again

Tell my [Em]wife, tell my [F#]kids, I [Bm]never meant for this to happen

[Bm] [Em] [F#] [A] [Bm] [F#]   end on [Bm]

When they flip the switch,
please do not stay
I couldn't bear for you
to remember me this way

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