intro ( D )

they used to ( D ) call me lightenin’ , i was always quick to strike
had every – ( C ) thing i own in the saddles on my bike
i ( G ) had a reputation for never stayin’ very long
just like A ( D ) wild and restless drifter like A ( C ) cowboy in a song ( D )

i met A ( D ) darkhaired beauty where they laid the whiskey down
in ( C ) southern arizona , in a little border town
she ( G ) had to dance for money in that dusty old saloon
i dropped A ( D ) dollar in the jukebox , ( C ) played that girl a tune , yeah ( D )

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( G ) never see it comin’ just ( C ) hits you by sur – ( G ) prise , . –
it’s that ( D ) cold place in your soul , that ( A ) fire in her eye
( C ) makes you come together like wild ( G ) horses when they run
now , the ( D ) cards are on the table and the ( C ) bullets in the gun ( D )

she was ( D ) sittin’ on my lap , we still had shots to kill
when A ( C ) man pulled up who owned the bar in a cadillac deville
he ( G ) grabbed her by her raven hair and threw her in the floor
said , “no ( D ) free ride for the cowboy that ain’t ( C ) what i pay you for , no” ( D )

she jumped ( D ) up and grabbed my pistol stuck it in the fat man’s back
said , ” ( C ) open up the safe , put your money in the sack”
( G ) tied his hands behind him and blindfolded his eyes
said , “if you’re ( D ) dumb enough to chase us , man , you’re ( C ) dumb enough to die” ( D )

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( G ) never see it comin’ just ( C ) hits you by sur – ( G ) prise , . –
it’s that ( D ) cold place in your soul , that ( A ) fire in her eye
( C ) makes you come together like wild horses when they run
now , the ( D ) cards are on the table and the ( C ) bullets in the gun ( D )

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we ( D ) rode across the border down into mexico
when you’re ( C ) runnin’ from the law , ain’t that where everybody goes
we ( G ) came to a town with a name i couldn’t spell
she ( D ) gave me what i came for in that ( C ) mexican motel ( D )

( D ) i woke up to sirens and the sound of runnin’ feet
there were ( C ) 50 federales locked and loaded in the street
she ( G ) grabbed my 44 , i grabbed the money in the sack
i ( D ) kissed her for the last time and we ( C ) headed out the back ( D )

( D ) every gun was on us and every heartbeat poundin’
the ( C ) only thing left to do when they got you all surrounded
she ( G ) fired that old pistol , but we didn’t stand a prayer
( D ) money hit the gravel , ( C ) bullets filled the air ( D )

( chorus )
( G ) never see it comin’ just ( C ) hits you by sur – ( G ) prise , . –
it’s that ( D ) cold place in your soul , that ( A ) fire in her eye
( C ) makes you come together like wild ( G ) horses when they run
now , the ( D ) cards are on the table and the ( C ) bullets in the gun

( D ) the bullets in the gun – – – – –