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I was sittin in The Thirsty Devil, one sheet hung to the wind
         C                                  G
When the bat wings doors creaked open and a stranger sauntered in
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He moved his head from side to side and glared with a sunken eye
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I heard the spin of a rusty spur as he shook off the dreary night

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   Dm
He lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed toward the bar
   C                         G
He walked on up beside me, I knew he’d traveled far
Dm
In a voice as thick as mud he looked to the ‘keep and said…
     C                                             Dm
“One shot of whiskey for myself and one for my new friend”

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The patrons whispered hushed and low, they seemed to be afraid
   C                                 G
As if a ghost had stood right up and walked out of its grave
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His face was shallow and dirty, his skin like leather hide
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Sure he spoke like any man, but something wasn’t right
Dm
So I twisted on my stool, turned to him and said
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“Thank you sir, but just the same, I’m chasin worms instead”
   Dm
He growled and shoved the drink my way, his eyes cold as death
   C                                                         Dm
“I pick the drinks, you knock ‘em back, else draw against my hand”

[Chorus]
C                G                Dm
When it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh
    C                 G                   Dm
You better drink your drink and shut your mouth
       C                G     Dm
If you draw against his hand, you can never win
   A  Am                        Dm
Go ahead… drink with the living dead

[Verse]
Dm
“Who the hell do you think you are?” my patience growin thin
    C                                   G
Cut swallow hard, I had to do, when the story he began
    Dm
His lips curled back and words came forth starting up the tale
    C                              G
And every face inside that bar, it turned a shade of pale
    Dm
“My name is Stanton Cree and I died three years before
  C                                 G
I shot a man to steal his drink, at least that’s what they hung me for
Dm
Now I’m cursed to walk the earth and challenge every night
  C                                                Dm         
A man to match me drink for drink or by the bullet die”

[Chorus]
C                G                Dm
When it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh
    C                 G                   Dm
You better drink your drink and shut your mouth
       C                G     Dm
If you draw against his hand, you can never win
   A  Am                        Dm
Go ahead… drink with the living dead

[Verse]
     Dm
“Now wait a minute, mister, no one makes me a fool”
  C                                  G
I pushed the shot of whiskey back on over towards the ghoul
   Dm
“I love a drink like any man but that’s a losin game
   C                                    G
To drink or draw against the dead would only be insane”
Dm
Stanton Cree, he tipped his hat and laughed a wicked laugh
     C                                G
“You see, the lord cursed my soul for killin that poor man
      Dm
There ain’t no choice so you must try to match me shot for shot
C                                                 Dm  
If you win, then you’ll go free and I can finally rot”

[Chorus]
C                G                Dm
When it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh
    C                 G                   Dm
You better drink your drink and shut your mouth
       C                G     Dm
If you draw against his hand, you can never win
   A  Am                        Dm
Go ahead… drink with the living dead

[Instrumental]
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E F E F 

[Bridge]
    E
The barhop nodded slowly and I knew that I was screwed
F
If I chose to duel the dead then I would surely lose
E
So I took the glass and threw the shot into my throat
F                                                 E      A
I would match him drink for drink, no matter if I choked

[Verse]
Dm
Whiskey, tequila, vodka, rum or gin
      C                               G
There ain’t no man that I can’t beat, be him live or dead
   Dm
So into the morning I matched him ounce for ounce
    C                            G
Til Stanton Cree fell over and a winner was announced
Dm
Now he rests in his pine box and I still walk the streets
C                                 G
But I don’t forget the night when death had chosen me
      Dm
There ain’t no fancy moral to go with this I fear
  C                                                  Dm
Unless you aim to kill a man and drink down his last beer!

[Chorus]
C                G                Dm
When it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh
    C                 G                   Dm
You better drink your drink and shut your mouth
       C                G     Dm
If you draw against his hand, you can never win
   A  Am                        Dm
Go ahead… drink with the living dead
   A  Am                        Dm
Go ahead… drink with the living dead
   A  Am                        Dm
Go ahead… drink with the living dead