C    F    G    Am
e|--x----x----x----x
B|--x----x----x----x

C                             F               G        C
  call your boys now that the table’s set and shining
                     F            G      C
no one’s seen any of them in many days
                            F             G        C
call your boys, they shot a buzzard off a Chrysler
                                F                G       Am
do you still taste all that you swallowed before grace

              F             C                    G         Am
and you’ll forgive even the time they burned the henhouse
             F              C                  G      C  
and ran from you ran to the hills with burnin’ hands