Intro:  Dm  F  C 
        Dm  F  C 
        Dm  F  C  Dm 


[Verso 1]

Dm                            F      C             Dm 
I've walked half of this country to get to this town 
Dm                            F      C             Dm 
To put a bill in my pocket, shake the dirt from a crown 
Dm                            F      C             Dm 
If your worries are trouble then your trouble, it's broke 
Dm                            F      C             Dm 
Your bottle is empty, now there's blood on the floor 
Dm                            F      C             Dm 
Your bottle is empty and there's blood on the floor 


[Verso 2]

Dm                         F          C                Dm 
Well, the colors ain't mixin', your tolerance has run dry 
Dm                            F      C             Dm 
So you board up your windows to make it through the night 
Dm                            F      C             Dm 
They might hunt you like foxes, they'll sell you as slaves 
Dm                            F      C             Dm 
You'll be the one throwin' fire when they make it to the grave 
Dm                            F      C             Dm 
You'll be the one throwin' fire when they make it to the grave 


[Refrão]

F       C      Dm 
Mother Mary called 
F                 C           Dm            G 
She wants her son's blood washed from the walls 
F       C      Dm 
Mother Mary called 
F                           C               Dm 
She wants her son's blood washed from the walls 

( Dm  F  C ) 
( Dm  F  C ) 
( Dm  F  C  Dm ) 


[Verso 3]

Dm                         F            C         Dm 
Well, we're havin' this baby come the first of July 
Dm             F            C             Dm 
My job is a joke and this bank account dry 
Dm                            F       C                  Dm 
If the Lord loves his children like your good book does teach 
Dm                            F            C          Dm 
Well, He'd burn these here bastards, put shoes on my feet 
Dm                            F          C                         Dm 
He'd burn these here bastards and put shoes, He'd put shoes on my feet 


[Refrão]

F        C      Dm 
Mother Mary called 
F                C           Dm             G 
She wants her son's blood washed from the walls 
F        C      Dm 
Mother Mary called 
F                            C 
She wants her son's blood washed 
Am                           Dm 
She wants her son's blood washed 
F                                C 
Said she wants her son's blood washed 
Am                           Dm 
She wants her son's blood washed 
F                            C 
Said she wants her son's blood, my Lord 
Am                           Dm 
She wants her son's blood, my Lord 
F                         C                            Dm 
Said she wants her son's blood, yeah, washed from the walls 

Final:  Dm  F  C 
        Dm  F  C 
        Dm  F  C  Dm