G
A man who was a ranger
He came from sante fe
C G
He served the law till it came to an end one day
Am D
He pulled up on the wrong man
Am D
And the wrong man had a gun
Em
And he shot him
D
In the Sun
Am
Yes he shot him
G
In the Sun
G
That savage Sun it beat
Upon his shiny head
C
Sweat Like a tin roof in the summer, he shed
Am D
Now he was on the run
Am D
And with no where to go
Em
In the desert
D
With no hope
Am
In the desert
G
With no hope
G
Once night had fell he lost
Any semblance of a plan
C
He reached out into the darkness for a prayer
Am D
And soon a light had shown
Am D
And one more to the right
Em
And a siren
D
In the night
Am
Twas a siren
G
In the night
G
Now in a box he sits
And weeps every single day
C
About his crime when never needed to be
Am D
And one day he may find
Am D
A peace in his heart
Em
But for now he’s
D
In the dark
Am
For now he’s
G
In the dark