Purple Gas

[Intro] C  F  C

[Primeira Parte]

C                   F      C
I've got plates for purple gas
               F       C
'Bout the only break I catch
                 F       C
But I am not the kind of man
                         F      C
To blame the dealer on a losin' hand
                 F     C
Have a lone star in my eye
                        F          
The darker the sky, the brighter it
 C
 shines
                    F      C
Pumpjack checks and bailer twine
                      F       C
A ton of a grit or maybe it's spite

[Refrão]

    Dm                             
And if I weren't a flatland boy, 
  F
I'd say I'd have a hill
  Dm                               
A hill that I will die upon if the 
F
climb don't get me killed
   Dm                             
If there were such heights around 
F
here for a guy to lay his pride
   Dm                   C         
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I 
F             C
weren't a flatland boy
     F                  C
If I weren't a flatland boy

[Segunda Parte]

               F             C
I hammer down, hair straight back
                               F   
The world blurs past, tell me, 
     C
how's it that
           F         C
My horizon line's static?
                      F      C
I guess at least it's a sure bet
                        F         
Was taught not to throw the first 
C
fist
                              F    
But if you take a hit, finish that 
         C
son of a bitch
                     F             
In a life havin' the upper hand's a
 C
 myth
Your only fightin' chance is too 
F           C
stubborn to quit

[Refrão]

    Dm                             
And if I weren't a flatland boy, 
  F
I'd say I'd have a hill
  Dm                               
A hill that I will die upon if the 
F
climb don't get me killed
   Dm                             
If there were such heights around 
F
here for a guy to lay his pride
   Dm                   C         
Maybe I'd rest before I died if I 
F             C
weren't a flatland boy
     F                  C
If I weren't a flatland boy

[Terceira Parte]

                   F          C
Retired rail ties, point nine wire
                    F       C
Neighbor kid on the fencing pliers
                 F    C
Fargo that turns over fine
                      F       C
At forty below if you cuss it right
               F       C
A sly thumb of Rye sometimes
                           F     C
Keep a bottle hid with the Bio-Mycin
                               F   
You can dull the edge, you can look
  C
 ahead
          Dm                   
But can't get there, it goes on 
    C
forever
       Dm              C
Oh, it just goes on forever
              Dm                   
You keep your head down, it goes on
    C    F  C
 forever

[Final]

                        F      C
But I've got plates for purple gas
                    F      C
I've got plates for purple gas