Sin For Sin
By John D Hale Band
9/22/2012
Capo 4
G C
Well I'm a rambler, yeah a losin' gambler
C G
A user and abuser, a no good kind of rounder
C G C
Oh I don't walk the line, Lord knows I've done my share of time
C G G G/F# Em
All the boozin' and the usin' have clouded up my mind
Chorus:
Em D G
If you think I am a good man well you got me picked all wrong
Am C G
My unrestrained morals have sentenced me to roam
C D G G/F# Em D
Well I felt the fires of hell time and time again
C D G G/F# Em D C D G
Matchin' the devil sin for sin, matchin' the devil sin for sin
Solo
I feel like a freight train burnin' whiskey and cocaine
A rollin' locomotive takin' out who and what gets in my way
You better watch who you disrespect and don't think I don't have regrets
But it's too late for redemption it's too much to expect
Chorus
I've tried to live right and then the devil sneaks up behind
I fought like hell and tried to run, just can't ever seem to find a place to hid
I don't need no sympathy, you're better off just lettin' me be
Cause what you end up gettin' isn't always what you see
Chorus
Well I'm a rambler, yeah a losin' gambler
A user and abuser, a no good kind of rounder
Sin For Sin
By John D Hale Band
9/22/2012
Capo 4
G C
Well I'm a rambler, yeah a losin' gambler
C G
A user and abuser, a no good kind of rounder
C G C
Oh I don't walk the line, Lord knows I've done my share of time
C G G G/F# Em
All the boozin' and the usin' have clouded up my mind
Chorus:
Em D G
If you think I am a good man well you got me picked all wrong
Am C G
My unrestrained morals have sentenced me to roam
C D G G/F# Em D
Well I felt the fires of hell time and time again
C D G G/F# Em D C D G
Matchin' the devil sin for sin, matchin' the devil sin for sin
Solo
I feel like a freight train burnin' whiskey and cocaine
A rollin' locomotive takin' out who and what gets in my way
You better watch who you disrespect and don't think I don't have regrets
But it's too late for redemption it's too much to expect
Chorus
I've tried to live right and then the devil sneaks up behind
I fought like hell and tried to run, just can't ever seem to find a place to hid
I don't need no sympathy, you're better off just lettin' me be
Cause what you end up gettin' isn't always what you see
Chorus
Well I'm a rambler, yeah a losin' gambler
A user and abuser, a no good kind of rounder