Dm G Once I was young and so unsure Dm G A I'd try any ill to find the cure Bm G An old man told me Bm E Tried to scold me Dm G A Whoa son, don't wade too deep Dm in Bitter Creek. Out where the desert meets the sky Is where I go when I wanna hide Oh, peyote (oh, peyote, oooh...) She tried to show me (tried to show me) You know there ain't no cause to weep At Bitter Creek We're gonna hit the road for one last time We can walk right in and steal 'em blind All that money (all that money, oooh...) No more runnin' (no more runnin') I can't wait to see the old man's face When I win the race | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Dm E G Bm |