G# D# I'm moving out of Tombstone, yeah with the C# D# sun behind my back G# D# I'm tired of people talking of things C# that I lack A#m Ever since a week ago, C# G# the day he passed away G# D# I've been taking too much notice of the C# D# things they've had to say G# D# And all they say is you ain't half the C# D# man he used to be G# D# He had strength and he worked his life to C# feed his family A#m So if that's the way it has to be, C# G# I'll say goodbye to you G# D# I'm not the guy, or so it seems to C# D# fill my old man's shoes Chorus: G# D# Like I'm a wicked way of life, C# G# the kind that should be tamed G# D# They'd like to see me locked in jail and C# G# tied up in their chains G# A#m Oh it's hard and I can't see C# G# what they want me to do Lord, Lord G# They seem to think I should A#m C# G# step into the old man's shoes - x4 Lord, I said Like I'm a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m C# D# G# |