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[Verse 1]
Em                                                             G    Dsus2
Scatter gun blast hands in the air, half a million in a burlap sack
      Em                                        G            Dsus2    Em
Y'all have a nice day as we make our way to the Caddy in the ally out back
             Em                                                 G   Dsus2
See when the times get hard some good old boys turn to a life a sin
           Em                                              G        D
We're like Robin Hood, we're just twice as good but we can never go home again

[Break]
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[Verse 2]
        Em                                                            G    Dsus2
Well, I grew up singing Amazing Grace in a little white church in the woods
   Em                                         G              Dsus2        Em
My momma prayed hard for all her boys but her praying didn't do a bit of good
    Em                                                    G   Dsus2
The sheriff and, a banker man, came to push us off of our land
          Em                                          G        D      Em
Now we're six feet deep and my brothers and me we can never go home again

[Chorus]
C       G          D                Em
Lord forgive me, I know just what I do
          C               G                D                    Em
I'll take what I need and then I leave the rest to my momma and you
         C                    G                             D                     Em
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven but it's closer than I've ever been
    C                 G                 B7 N.C.
God bless an outlaw's weary soul, I can never go home again

[Break]
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[Verse 3]
    Em                                                               G    Dsus2
Sometimes I dream of that old front porch and my momma patching up a quilt
         Em                                              G        Dsus2       Em
While my brothers and me lay around in the shade of that live oak tree on the hill
         Em                                                                            G   Dsus2
Now it's hide-out shacks better watch your back, and cover every track of where you've been
  Em                                              G        D      Em
A thousand wrongs will never make it right, I can never go home again

[Chorus]
C       G          D                Em
Lord forgive me, I know just what I do
          C               G                D                    Em
I'll take what I need and then I leave the rest to my momma and you
         C                    G                             D                     Em
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven but it's closer than I've ever been
    C                 G                 B7 N.C.
God bless an outlaw's weary soul, I can never go home again

[Solo]
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[Verse 4]
Em                                                              G    Dsus2
Scatter gun blast tears a ten inch hole through an empty burlap sack
      Em                                       B7                   Em
As I say my peace for my brothers and me as my whole world fades to black
       Em                                                                 G   Dsus2
Here's three new graves underneath the shade of that live oak tree on the hill
    Em                                                     B7                    Em
Overlooking momma's porch with a fresh coat of paint and a shiny new Coup De Ville

[Chorus 2]
C       G          D                Em
Lord forgive me, I know just what I've done
          C               G                D                    Em
I've been through hell and found myself on the wrong end of a gun
         C                    G                             D                     Em
And that tin roof cabin might not have been heaven but it's closer than I've ever been
    C                 G                         D                    Em
God bless an outlaw's weary soul, I thought I'd never make it home again
    C                 G                     B7
God bless an outlaw's weary soul, I guess I finally made it home again

[Outro]
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