Am         D            G   C
I can live with god and with su-i-cide
    Am         D          G        C
the same thing holds if I close my eyes
     Am         D           G        C
it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead
  Am        D                G    C            Am    D    G    C
a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head


 Am      D             G     C
Wo-a     ho       woa  oa-hu-o


     Am         D        G        C
If a three-four cord can ignite a flame
      Am        D       G         C
and a girl like you can forget my name
     Am           D            G       C
then I'm that far gone in this crooked grave
       Am            D              G    C         Am   D    G    C
with a pistol for my creature and a feather for my bed


 Am      D             G     C
Wo-a     ho       woa  oa-hu-o   x3


     Am      D         G       C
When I do go down in a rain of toil
       Am         D              G            C
with a hand in my satchel and my knees in the soil
      Am        D            G    C
I can live with god and with su-i-cide
  Am             D       G    C             Am   D    G    C
a lover in her calico, a pony stands at her side


 Am      D             G     C
Wo-a     ho       woa  oa-hu-o   x5


      Am         D            G   C
I can live with god and with su-i-cide
    Am         D          G        C
the same thing holds if I close my eyes
     Am         D           G        C
it's a truth so pure it can kill you dead
  Am        D                G    C            Am    D    G    C
a taste of heaven mixed with hell inside of my head


 Am      D             G     C
Wo-a     ho       woa  oa-hu-o