Goin' Down In Style

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Well,I left Houston, Texas on a Gulf Coast hurricane.

I was blowed down by a tornado, washed up by the rain.
          A
Well, my pappy wasn't happy with me. He told me to go.
      E
So I stole my daddy's Cadilac, headed on down the road.
        B7)
Well, I had a grin from ear to ear with each and every mile.
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I was headed for the border, man, and I was goin' down in style.

      E
Well, I hit Corpus Christi and the wind was at my back.

I drove them women crazy in my daddy's Cadilac.
           A
Yeah, I'd cruise 'em down that boulevard, treated them like queens.
   E
I took 'em all the places that they wanted to be seen
     B7
And when I had to leave 'em, I'd tell 'em with a smile,
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"I'm headed for the border, man, and I'm goin' down in style."

               A
Well, you've gotta take your chances if they ever come along.
       E
Just close your eyes and listen to the great big engine whine.
    A
And it don't really matter whether you are right or wrong
      B7
Cause when you cross the border, man, you leave this world behind.

    E
I stomped down on the peddle, set the cruise control.

Five-hundred ragin' horses beyond by the state parol.
           A
Lord, the sirens were ascreamin', lights were flashin' red.
           E
There's a dozen more awatin' at the roadblock up ahead.
       B7
As I scattered them like chickens, I heard one of 'em cry,
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"He's headed for the border, man, and he's goin' down in style."


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       A
Yeah, when you cross the border, you ain't never comin' back.
           E
Yeah, and there ain't no redemption when the cops are on your tail.
           A
When the closest thing to Heaven is a great big Cadilac,
     B7
The city lights of Houston, or the firey gates of Hell.


E
Well, they nailed me on the hill that overlooks the Rio Grande.

And I was feelin' just like Moses lookin' on the Promised Land.
            A
Well, they hauled me back to Houston, throwed me in the jail.
          E
Well, my mama started cryin' and my daddy paid the bail.
           B7
Well, I'm sorry not there to hear the outcome of my trial...
     A                                  G              E   A E A E
I'm headed for the border, man, and I'm goin' down in style.