PURPLE GAS
As recorded by Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann
(2024 release)


Zach and Noeline play this song with a capo at 5th fret.
To do so transpose -5 steps.



[Intro]
             
e|------------
B|-----------1
G|------------
D|-----0h2----
A|-3----------
E|------------

            
---0-----1----
---------1----
-0---0h2------
-----3--------
-------------3
--------------

---0---|
---1---|
---0---|
---2---|
-------|
-------|

h = hammer on


[Verse 1]
             
I've got plate

            
s for purple g

as
              
'Bout the only

        
 break I catch
              
But I am not t

          
he kind of man
              
To blame the d

             
ealer on a los

    
in' hand
              
Have a lone st

        
ar in my eye
              
The darker the

             
 sky, the brig

        
hter it shines
              
Pumpjack check

            
s and bailer t

wine
              
A ton of a gri

             
t or maybe it'

  
s spite


[Chorus]
            
And if I weren

              
't a flatland 

         
boy, I'd say I

'd have a hill
            
A hill that I 

              
will die upon 

       
if the climb d

on't get me ki

lled
            
If there were 

              
such heights a

      
round here for

 a guy to lay 

his pride
            
Maybe I'd rest

             
 before I died

             
 if I weren't 

      
a flatland boy
             
If I weren't a

          
 flatland boy


[Verse 2]
              
I hammer down,

             
 hair straight

 
 back
              
The world blur

              
s past, tell m

           
e, how's it th

at
             
My horizon lin

       
e's static?
              
I guess at lea

             
st it's a sure

 
 bet
              
Was taught to 

             
not throw the 

      
first fist
              
But if you tak

              
e a hit, finis

             
h that son of 

  
a bitch
              
In a life havi

             
n' the upper h

          
and's a myth
              
Your only figh

              
tin' chance is

             
 too stubborn 

   
to quit


[Chorus]
            
And if I weren

              
't a flatland 

         
boy, I'd say I

'd have a hill
            
A hill that I 

              
will die upon 

       
if the climb d

on't get me ki

lled
            
If there were 

              
such heights a

      
round here for

 a guy to lay 

his pride
            
Maybe I'd rest

             
 before I died

             
 if I weren't 

      
a flatland boy
             
If I weren't a

          
 flatland boy


[Verse 3]
              
Retired rail t

             
ies, point nin

  
e wire
              
Neighbor kid o

             
n the fencing 


pliers
              
Fargo that tur

       
ns over fine
              
At forty below

             
 if you cuss i

  
t right
              
A sly thumb of

        
 Rye sometimes
              
Keep a bottle 

             
hid with the B

     
io-Mycin
              
You can dull t

              
he edge, you c

        
an look ahead
            
But can't get 

              
there, it goes

       
 on forever
            
Oh, it just go

         
es on forever
              
You keep your 

            
head down, it 

             
goes on foreve

   
r


[Outro]
              
But I've got p

             
lates for purp

   
le gas
              
I've got plate

            
s for purple g

as