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Coward of the county Kenny Rogers
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ##Date: Sun, 02 Oct 1994 12:35:15 -0400 (EDT)#Subject: Re: A song submission for the next COWPIE Newsletter#To: Greg Vaughn##Words and Music by Roger Bowling & Billy Edd Wheeler#SIMPed by Alex Rudd - ahrjj@cunyvm.cuny.edu#Chords: [A] [D] [E] [E7] E ---0------2------0------0----- B ---2------3------0------3----- G ---2------2------1------1----- D ---2------0------2------2----- A ---0-------------2------2----- E -----------------0------0-----Capo 3rd Fret(In a moderate country half-time)[A]Ev'ryone considered him the [D]coward of the [A]county.He'd never stood one single time to prove the county [E]wrong.His [A]mama named him Tommy, the [D]folks just called him [A]yellow,but something always told me they were [E]reading Tommy [A]wrong.[A]He was only ten years old when his [D]daddy died in [A]prison.I looked after Tommy 'cause he was my brother's [E]son.I [A]still recall the final words my [D]brother said to [A]Tommy:"Son, my life is over, but [E]yours is just [A]begun.[A]Promise me, son, not to [E]do the things I've [A]done.[D]Walk away from [A]trouble if you [E]can.[A]It won't mean you're weak if you [D]turn the other [A]cheek.I hope you're old [D]enough to under[E]stand:Son, [E7]you don't have to fight to be a [A]man."(Slide capo to 4th fret)[A]There's someone for ev'ryone and [D]Tommy's love was [A]Becky.In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a [E]man.One [A]day while he was workin' the [D]Gatlin boys came [A]callin'.E (Spoken) AThey took turns at Becky.... There was three of them![A]Tommy opened up the door and [D]saw his Becky [A]cryin'.The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could [E]stand.He [A]reached above the fireplace and took [D]down his daddy's [A]picture.As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he [E]heard these words [A]again:[A]"Promise me, son, not to[E] do the things I've[A] done.[D]Walk away from [A]trouble if you [E]can.[A]It won't mean you're weak if you [D]turn the other [A]cheek.I hope you're old [D]enough to under[E]stand:Son, [E7]you don't have to fight to be a [A]man."(Slide capo to 5th fret)[A]The Gatlin boys just laughed at him when he [D]walked into the [A]barroom.One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the [E]floor.When [A]Tommy turned around they said, "Hey [D]look! ol' yellow's [A]leavin'."(Whole line spoken) E ABut you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and blocked the door.[A]Twenty years of crawlin' was [D]bottled up ins[A]ide him.He wasn't holdin' nothin' back; he let 'em have it [E]all.When [A]Tommy left the barroom not a [D]Gatlin boy was [A]standin'.He said, "This one's for Becky," as he [E]watched the last one [A]fall.(Spoken)And I heard him say,[A]"I promised you, Dad, not to [D]do the things you [A]done.I walk away from trouble when I [E]can.Now [A]please don't think I'm weak, I didn't [D]turn the other [A]cheek,and Papa, I sure [D]hope you under[E]stand:Some[E7]times you gotta fight when you're a [A]man."A D (No chords) AEv'ryone considered him the coward of the county.
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