Houston Marchman - Wichita Falls Chords

Wichita Falls




          G                                       	 
Oil field town in a blood red sky
        C                                  G   
way out here that sun takes a long time to die
          G                     Em       
just seventeen when the highway called
              G                    D                     G      
my mama said "boy don't send me no tears back to Wichita Falls"


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Yeah, broken white line led me away
       C                  G     
down a long lonesome interstate
              G                     Em  
my boots move fast but my mind move slow
              G         D              G 
wherever easy money went I was gonna go


Chorus:
                 C                         G  
Now my poor mama cries for the trouble I'm in
        G                                  D   
but the law don't believe me it was self defense
          Em           C                   G        C   
her heart breaks down against these prison walls
                   G            D             Em       C
there's a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls
                   G            D             G  
there's a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls



             G                     
I was raised up that that where God lost his shoes
                       C                  G
turned that west Texas dust into big city blues
              G                           Em
that city kid pushed me just a little too far
                G   D                  G             
reckon I pushed back just a little too hard


Chorus:
                 C                         G 
Now my poor mama cries for the trouble I'm in
                                           D
but the law don't believe me it was self defense
          Em           C                   G          C
her heart breaks down against these prison walls
                   G            D             G   
there's a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls

                   C                         G    
Yeah, my poor mama cries for the trouble I'm in
                                                      D 
but the law don't believe me mama hell it was self defense
        Em         C                      G             C              
my life sure don't mean much inside these prison walls
                 G            D              Em       C
'cept a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls
                   G            D              G
There's a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls