The Peacemakers
from David Cushman, http://*~dcushman/*


Intro: G, C7 x4
E------------------------| 
B--------------1-1-1-1---| 
G---0-0-0-0-0--2-0-2-0---| 
D-----0-2-3-2------------| 
A------------------------| 
E------------------------|

          G                   C7                  G
Well I'm hell (I'm hell) on wheels and women and horses
           C7                       Em
Got me a string of lame nags and a few divorces
Am                        C
   I keep my eyes peeled wide to see
     D           D7      C7
The next future ex Mrs. me
          G                     C7
If I'm a poor poor devil I'm a lucky lucky dog
        G                       C7
If I'm a low low life I'm living high on the hog
          Em                      Am
Got me a jackrabbit grillin on a Duraflame log
            C                            D
Check out my ice chest chillin' down my home brewed grog

                      G                      D
Well I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mall
                   G                      C                         G
Cut my teeth on a mason jar I was kickin beer cans before I could crawl
                            C                                    D
On my first run around the sun I was shootin straight and I was walkin tall

           G                        D
So when I finally burn down from a torch to a spark
   G                        C
I finally snuff out and my lights go dark
       G                     C                          D                  D7                
And I find I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark, no more
           C7
Won't you bury my heart at the trailer park?

Well I know (I know) how to set this rambler's heart to heal
I'll turn the spice channel on in the fifth wheel
And crack a fresh screw top bottle of wine and I'll be feelin no pain in no time 

Well I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mall
Cut my teeth on a mason jar I was kickin beer cans before I could crawl
On my first run around the sun I was shootin straight and I was walkin tall
I learned to hate from a strip mine, love from a strip bar
Honesty and charity I stole 'em from a tip jar 
The lust for the dust, and the grease and grit and mud is runnin' in my blood

So when I finally burn down and the lights go dark
I finally snuff out from a torch to a spark
And I find I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark, no more
Well mama bury my heart at the trailer park

Solo Chords:
G, D, G, C, G, C, D, D
(key change)
A, E, A, D, A, D, E, E

                      A                      E
Well I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mall
                   A                      D
Cut my teeth on a mason jar I was kickin beer cans before I could crawl
             A                                  D                E
On my first run around the sun I was shootin straight and I was walkin tall
I learned to hate from a strip mine, love from a strip bar
Honesty and charity I stole 'em from a tip jar 
The lust for the dust, and the grease and grit and mud is runnin' in my blood

           A                         E
So when I finally burn down and the lights go dark
   A                        D
I finally snuff out from a torch to a spark
       A          Ab         G            F#            E                  D
And I find I'm resigned to admit that my bite ain't as bad as my bark, no more
      E
Mama bury my heart at the trailer park

A, D7 x4
Bury my heart, bury my heart...