Intro: E 


Verse:
 
       E                         C#m 
Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning 
       A                    E  
From a cold solitary prison cell 
E                                    C#m 
And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad 
A                                  B 
Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill 



[Refrão]

B                               A 
Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing 
       E               Emaj7           C#m  
He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives 
   E                                  B           E 
He dreamed of being somebody, now he's number 37405 



verse:
 
         E                               C#m 
Well she used to come and see him, every other weekend 
    A                                    E 
And bring him all the news from way back home 
              E  
It's been two birthdays since he's kissed her, 
     C#m 
Five seconds since he's missed her 
        A                                   B 
Now the perfume on those letters ain't that strong 



[Refrão]

B                                         A 
He's got too much time to think about the night he had too much to drink 
            E             Emaj7             C#m 
And all his buddies, they begged him not to drive 
    E                          B           A  
Mr. Life of the Party, he's now number 37405 




Instrumental: A   C#m   B   C#m,   A   C#m   B 


verse:
 
E                                       C#m 
Old judge on the bench said, "Son, your crime's got consequences." 
     A                               E 
It's what he told him, fifteen years ago 
          E                                     C#m 
He took a life and that's a fact, he'd give his own to give it back 
A                               B 
Today's the day he finally gets parole 
   B                                 A  
He turns in them prison clothes, and stands there at the fork in the road 
    E              Emaj7          C#m 
And mama prays and waits while he decides 
                           B 
And the angels close their eyes... 
E                              C#m 
Listens to the birds sing on a perfect autumn morning 
     A                                  E 
Just down the road, rings an old church bell 


Instrumental-out: C#m    A    E (6x)