Nancy Sinatra

^E When I look back on what I done, bout a hundred years from n ^A ow
^A Gonna cry myself to ^E sleep at night, somebody shows me how ahho ^B ohh
^E When the sun shines down, whats left of me, bout a hundred years from ^A now
^A Gonna cut my water with ^E a rebel yell, and claw my way back t ^B o town
^A One hundred yeaaaaars, one hundred yeaaaars ^C#
E They'll break me, but I'll break them t ^C# oooooooooooooo ^G#
A Oh and this here's for the br ^E akemen ^B , and this one is for ^E you
^E When the sky cracks open, and the thunder comes bout ^A a hundred years from now
^A Gonna bury this ^E old yoke and chan, in th ^B e cold wet ground
^E And when I get off at tennebrook farm, bout a hundred ye ^A ars from now
^A I'm gonna marry you out ^E of common sense, and get out fro ^B m behind this cloud
^E Ladadadada, lad ^C# a dadadaaaaa, la ^A dadadada da daa ^E ah aah, la daaaa badadadad ^C# a, ladadadada
^A ladadadadaaaaa daaa daaaaa
^A One hundred years, one hundred y ^C# ears
^E they'll break me, but I'll break them ^C# Toooooo ^G#
A Oh and this one's for the brakem ^E en, and this one ^B is for you ^E
A One hundred years, one hundred y ^C# ears
they'll break me ^E but I'll break ^C# them Toooooooooo ^G#
A Oh and this one's for the brakem ^E en, and this one ^B is for you ^E