
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | first day of Christmas | my true love sent to | me... |
| F | Bb | F | C | F | |
| a | par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Second: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | second day of Christmas | my true love gave to | me... |
| C7 | F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| two turtle doves and a | Partr | idge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Third: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | third day of Christmas my | true love gave to | me... |
| C7 | C7 | |
| three French hens, | Two turtle doves,... |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Fourth: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | fourth day of Christmas | my true love gave to | me |
| C7 | C7 | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Fifth: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | fifth day of Christmas my | true love gave to | me |
| F | G7 | C7 | |
| Five | golden | rings. |
| F | Bb | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Sixth: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | Sixth day of Christmas my | true love gave to | me |
| C7 | |
| Six geese a laying |
| F | G7 | C7 | |
| five | golden | rings |
| F | Bb | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Seventh: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the Seventh da | y of Christmas my true lov | e gave to | me |
| C7 | C7 | |
| Seven swans a swimming, | Six geese a laying |
| F | G7 | C7 | |
| five | golden | rings |
| F | Bb | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Eighth: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | Eighth day of Christmas my | true love gave to | me |
| C7 | C7 | C7 | |
| Eight maids a milking , | Seven swans a swimming, | Six geese a laying |
| F | G7 | C7 | |
| five | golden | rings |
| F | Bb | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Ninth: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | Ninth day of Christmas my | true love gave to | me |
| C7 | C7 | C7 | |
| Nine ladies dancing, | Eight maids a milking , | Seven swans a swimming |
| C7 | |
| Six geese a laying |
| F | G7 | C7 | |
| five | golden | rings |
| F | Bb | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Tenth: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | Tenth day of Christmas my | true love gave to | me |
| C7 | C7 | C7 | |
| Ten lords a leaping, | Nine ladies dancing, | Eight maids a milking |
| C7 | C7 | |
| Seven swans a swimming, | six geese a laying |
| F | G7 | C7 | |
| five | golden | rings |
| F | Bb | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Eleventh: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | Eleventh day of Christmas my | true love gave to | me |
| C7 | C7 | C7 | |
| Eleven pipers piping, | Ten lords a leaping, | Nine ladies dancing, |
| C7 | C7 | C7 | |
| Eight maids a milking, | Seven swans a swimming, | six geese a laying |
| F | G7 | C7 | |
| five | golden | rings |
| F | Bb | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |
| Twelfth: |
| F | C7 | F | |
| On the | Twelfth day of Christmas my | true love gave to | me |
| C7 | C7 | |
| Twelve drummers drumming, | Eleven pipers piping, |
| C7 | C7 | |
| Ten lords a leaping, | Nine ladies dancing, |
| C7 | C7 | C7 | |
| Eight maids a milking, | Seven swans a swimming, | six geese a laying |
| F | G7 | C7 | |
| five | golden | rings |
| F | Bb | C7 | |
| four calling birds, | three French hens, | two turtle doves, |
| F | Bb | F | C7 | F | |
| and a | Par | tridge | in a | pear | tree. |

| by Joe 'Red' Hays and Jack Rhodes |
| G | |
| 3/4 |
| (G)How many (C)ti-(D)imes have you heard someone (G)say |
| If I had his (D)money, I would (C)do things my (G)way |
| But little they (D)know, that it's so hard to (G)find |
| One rich man in (D)ten with a (C)satisfied (G)mind |
| Once I was (D)living in fortune and (G)fame |
| I had all that I (D)needed to get a (C)start in life's (G)game |
| Then suddenly it (C)happened, I lost every (G)dime |
| But I'm richer by (D)far, with a (C)satisfied (G)mind |
| 'Cause money can't buy back your youth when you're old |
| Or a friend when you're lonely, or a love that's grown cold |
| The wealthiest person is a pauper at times |
| Compared to the man with a satisfied mind |
| When my life has ended and my time has run out |
| My friends and my loved ones will weep, there's no doubt |
| But one thing's for certain, when it comes my time, |
| I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind |
| Yes, I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind |

| 3/4 time |
| C | G7 | |
| Adios Amigo, Adios My | Friend |
| The Road we have travelled |
| C | |
| Has Come To An | End |
| C7 | |
| When Two Love The Same | Love |
| F | |
| One | Love must to Lose |
| C | |
| It's you that she | longs for |
| G7 | C | |
| It's | You She Will | Choose. |
| Adios Compadre, What must be must be |
| Remember To Name One Muchacho for me |
| I Ride To The Rio, |
| Where My Life, I Will Spend, |
| Adios Amigo, Adios My Friend. |
| Adios Compadre Let Us Shed No Tears |
| May All Your Mananas |
| Bring Joy Through The Years |
| Away From These Memories, |
| My Life I must Spend |
| Adios Amigo, Adios My Friend. |

| G | |
| MODERATELY FAST 3/4 |
| (G) Well all around cowboy I've won it six years in a (D) row |
| All around cowboy means champ of the big (G) rodeo |
| I've made me some money, I've had me some good times |
| The falls that I've had have been (C) few |
| Till the all (D) around queen made the all around cowboy look (D7) like an all around (G) fool |
| I was the cowboy who said he would never be (D) roped |
| I even bragged how I'd never be branded or (G) broke |
| I was doin quite well, till a blonde little filly |
| Rode into my life like a (C) dream |
| And (D) the all around cowboy fell head over heels in (D7) love with the rodeo (G) queen |
| The (C) moment I looked in her blue eyes I knew I was (D) gone |
| I (C) tried to hide them but the feelings I had were to (D7) strong |
| She (G) showed the world what an all around cowboy could (C) do |
| She (D) showed the world how an all around cowboy could look (D7) like an all around (G) fool |
| She made you feel like a horse without any (D) fire |
| To late I realized breaking me was her (G) desire |
| She rode me and raked me with spurs that lessoned the (C) hurt |
| She (D) left me broken and she left me cryin out (D7) there in the rodeo (G) dirt |
| Chorus; |

| D | F#m | G | A7 | D | F#m | G | A7 | D |
| D | F#m | G | D | |
| Amarillo by mor | nin' | up from San Antone |
| F#m | G | A7 | |
| Everything that | I've got is | just what I've got | on |
| G | A7 | |
| When | that sun is high in that | texas sky |
| D | F#m | G | D | |
| I'll be | buckin at | the county | fair |
| A7 | G | A7 | D | |
| Amarillo by | morning Ama | rillo | I'll be | there |
| D | F#m | G | A7 | D | |
| They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Sante Fe |
| Lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way |
| When they pull that gate I'll be lookin for eight |
| And I hope that judge ain't blind |
| Amarillo by morning, Amarillo on my mind |
| D | F#m | G | A7 | D | |
| Amarillo by mornin, up from San Antoine |
| Everything that I've got is just what I've got on |
| I ain't got a dime but what I got is mine |
| I ain't rich but lord I'm free |
| Amarillo by mornin Amarillo's where I'll be. |
| D | F#m | G | A7 | D | |
| x2 |

| C | G | Am | F | |
| As the de | er pants | for the | water |
| F | G7 | C | F | G | |
| So my | soul longs | after yo | u |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| You alo | ne are my h | eart's des | ire |
| F | G | C | |
| And I lo | ng to w | orship y | ou |
| REFRAIN: |
| Am | F | C | |
| You alone are my str | ength, my sh | ield |
| F | Dm | E | |
| To y | ou alone will my s | pirit yi | eld |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| You alo | ne are my he | arts desir | e |
| F | G | C | |
| And I lo | ng to w | orship Y | ou |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| I want yo | u more th | an gold | or silver |
| F | G7 | C | F | G | |
| Only you ca | n satisf | y |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| You alo | ne are the | real joy g | iver |
| And the apple of my eye |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| You're my | friend a | nd you a | re my Father |
| F | G7 | C | F | G | |
| Even though | you are | my | Ki | ng |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| I love | you more th | an any oth | er |
| F | G | C | |
| So much | more th | an anyth | ing |

| Written by Johnny Western, Richard Boone and S. Rolfe |
| C | G | C | |
| Have gun will travel, reads the | card of a | man |
| G | C | |
| A knight without armor in a | savage | land |
| Am | F | C | |
| His | fast gun hire, heeds the | calling | wind |
| F | C | |
| A | soldier of fortune, is a man called-Pal-a- | din |
| C | F | C | |
| Paladin, Paladin, | where do you | roam |
| F | C | |
| Paladin, Paladin, | far, far from | home |
| C | G | C | |
| He travels on to where- | ever he | must |
| G | C | |
| A chess knight of silver is his | badge of | trust |
| Am | F | C | |
| There are | campfire legends that the | plainsmen | sing |
| F | C | |
| Of the | man with the gun, of the man called - Pal-a- | din |
| C | F | C | |
| Paladin, Paladin, | where do you | roam |
| F | C | |
| Paladin, Paladin, | far, far from | home |
| F | C | F | C | |
| Far from | home, | far from | home. |

| Written by: Lefty Frizzell |
| C | |
| Who was once a bull hooking son of a (Dm) gun |
| Now (G) who keeps a pint hid out behind chute number (C)one |
| Who was ridin high till a pretty girl rode him to the (Dm)ground |
| Any (G)kid knows where to find me I'm Bandy the rodeo (C)clown |
| In the ridin and the ropin I was closin in on number (Dm)one |
| Now in (G)dreams at night, I ride that silver saddle I never |
| (C)won |
| Since she left me the whiskey takes me to the rodeo |
| (Dm)grounds, |
| Where the (G)cowboys think I'm handy, I'm Bandy the |
| rodeo (C)clown |
| (Chorus) |
| (F)I could ride em all(G) The bulls and the broncs knew I was |
| (C)boss |
| But the (D7)ride that woman took me on broke a whole lot more |
| Than this old cowboy's (G)bones |
| While the (C) tears on my makeup melts my painted smile into a |
| (Dm) frown. The (G) crowd thinks I'm a dandy I'm Bandy the rodeo(C) clown |
| (Repeat chorus and last verse to end) |

| Am...Em...Am |
| Am To the town of Agua Fria rode (Am)a stranger one fine |
| (C)day |
| Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't (C7)have too much (Am)to say |
| No (F)one dared to ask his business no one (C)dared to make a slip |
| For the stranger there amongst them had a (Am)big iron on his (C)hip, (F)Big iron on his (C)hip |
| It was early in the morning when he rode into the town |
| He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around |
| He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip |
| And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip |
| big iron on his hip |
| In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red |
| Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead |
| He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four |
| And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more |
| One and nineteen more |
| Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around |
| Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town |
| He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead |
| And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red |
| After Texas Red |
| Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red |
| But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead |
| Twenty men had tried to take twenty men had made a slip |
| Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip |
| Big iron on his hip |
| The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet |
| It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street |
| Folks were watching from their windows every-body held their breath |
| They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death, |
| About to meet his death |
| There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play |
| And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about to-day |
| Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped |
| And the rangers aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip |
| Big iron on his hip |
| It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round |
| There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground |
| Oh he might have gone on living but he made one fatal slip |
| When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip |
| Big iron on his hip, Big iron,, Big iron |
| When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip |

| 4/4 |
| (G)Theres a blue......... (C) nor-ther comin (G) in |
| (D) Its gettin mighty cold |
| (C) Bringin lots of (G) wind |
| Yes a blue (C) nor-thers comin (G) in..........(C)............... |
| (G) Ridin hell for (C) leather |
| We got a make it (G) in |
| (D) I know I shouldn't lope this hard |
| Ol' (C) Dunnies had a (G) day |
| (D) Seein to the sick ones |
| You (C) can bet he's earned his (G) pay |
| (D) Been gone since sunrise |
| The (C) weather then was (G) fine |
| But as (D) any fool knows, the weather can change |
| with the (C) flip of a (G) dime |
| Theres a blue.......... (C) nor-ther comin (G) in |
| (D) Its gettin mighty cold |
| (C) Bringin lots of (G) wind |
| Yes a blue (C) nor-thers comin (G) in.......(C)....... |
| (G) Ridin hell for (C) leather |
| We got a make it (G) in |
| (D) Shes cooked a pot of beans I know |
| Put the (C) coffee on to (G) warm |
| (D) Hay and rest for you ol pard |
| And a (C) stall at the (G) barn |
| (D) She'll be lookin out the window |
| Every (C) minute or (G) two |
| A (D) startin to get a little worried my friend |
| A (C) waitin on me and (G) you |
| Cause a blue (C) nor-thers comin (G) in |
| (D) I've never been so cold |
| (C) How I hate that (G) wind |
| Yes a blue (C) nor-thers comin (G) in......(C) ....... |
| (G) Ridin hell for (C) leather |
| I hope we make it (G) in |
| (D) Its snowin hard, it burns my face |
| Its (C) gettin hard to (G) see |
| (D) A man could die if he lost his way |
| It (C) wouldn't take long to (G) freeze |
| (D) I think I see a light ahead |
| About (C) a hundred yards (G) away |
| And when (D) I'm safe and warm in my sweet wifes arms |
| (C) Heres what I'll (G) say |
| Babe your blue (C) nor-ther just came (G) in |
| (D) Hes never been so cold |
| Or (C) weary from the (G) wind |
| Yes your blue (C) nor-ther just rode (G) in......(C)....... |
| (G) Ridin hell for (C) leather |
| We finally made it (G) in |

| -## | |
| From: schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu (Adam Schneider) |
| BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER (Bob Dylan) |
| Tbis is Nanci Griffitb's version. |
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| [Actually in A; capo 2. Each chord is one measure, except two chords |
| joined by hyphens (e.g., 'G - G/F#') are one measure _total_.] |
| See bottom of file for cbord fingerings and picking pattern. |
| D11 | D11 | D11 | D11 | G | C | D/F# | G | - | C/G | G | - | G/F# | |
| [intr | o] |
| Em(9 | Em(9 | C | - | C(9 | G | C | G | G | - | G/F# | |
| Oh I'm | sailing aw | ay, my | ow | n | true l | ove |
| Em | D/F# | G | C | G | G | - | G/F# | |
| I'm | sailing | away in the | morning |
| Em(9 | Em(9 | C | - | C(9 | G | C | G | G | - | G/F# | |
| Is there | something I can | send you from a | cr | os | s the s | ea |
| Em | D/F# | G | C | D/F# | G | - | C/G | G | - | G/F# | |
| From the | place where | I'll be | landing |
| There's nothing you can send me, my own true love |
| There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning |
| Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled |
| From across that lonesome ocean |
| Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine |
| Maybe silver or of golden |
| Either from the mountains of Madrid |
| Or from the coast of Barcelona |
| If I had the stars of the darkest night |
| And the diamonds from the deepest ocean |
| I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss |
| That's all I wish to be owning |
| Oh, I might be gone a long ol' time |
| And it's only that I'm asking |
| Is there something I can send you to remember me by |
| To make your time more easy passing |
| How can, how can you ask me again |
| Well it only brings me sorrow |
| Oh, the same thing I would want today |
| I would want again tomorrow |
| instrumental, same cbords as intro |
| Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day |
| It was from his ship a-sailing |
| Saying, I don't know when I'll be coming back again |
| It depends on how I'm feeling |
| If you, my love, must think thataway |
| I'm sure your mind is a-roaming |
| I'm sure your thoughts are not with me |
| But with the country where you're going |
| So take heed, take heed of the western wind |
| Take heed of stormy weather |
| And yes, there is something you can send back to me |
| end on last G. | |
| Spanish boots of Spanish leather |
| CHORDS: |
| G: 3x000x D/F#: 2x023x Em: 0x200x C: x3201x C/G: 3x201x |
| G/F#: 2x000x D11: x54030 Em(9): 0x400x C(9): x3001x |
| The picking pattern is a basic alternating-bass thing: |
E |----------------| E |----------------| B |--*-------*-----| B |--*-------*-----| G |------*-------*-| or G |------*-------*-| D |----*-------*---| D |----*-------*---| A |----------------| A |*-------*-------| E |*-------*-------| E |----------------|
| [The bass notes (D and E strings, always played by the thumb) in the pattern |
| are the most important; the other notes get left out from time to time.] |
| - Adam Schneider, schn0170@maroon.tc.umn.edu |

| C | |
| The painted walls of Palo (C7) Duro, How my (F) heart can see them yet |
| As a boy of eighteen (C)summers, Long before I knew (G)regret |
| There (C) I rode the bold (C7) unwilling, And my (F) loop was keen and true |
| And even in the(C)dead of winter,(G)The sky seemed always(C)blue |
| (C) And its been (F) Saddle horse and (G)catch twine |
| (F) That has been my (C) life, Some say its been my downfall |
| That the (F) world has passed me (G) by |
| But the(F) life I live I(G) freely chose(F) I'm at yet(C) tonight |
| I was(F) born to be a(C) cowboy, And I(G) will be 'til I(C) die |
| In the heat of summer branding, We'd get an early start |
| And as we reached the pen of horses, We'd saddle in the dark |
| Then we'd ride out on the morning, Without a spoken word |
| The ring of spur and the fall of hoof was, All that could be heard |
| Chorus; |
| I first layed eyes on Darcy Taylor, At the cowboy christmas ball |
| The daughter of a preacher, And the fairest of them all |
| But I knew I could never have her, Though I loved her just the same |
| And I still get that old time feeling, When I hear her name |
| Chorus; |
| Photographs and trophy buckles, The things you hold with pride |
| When eyes grow dim, won't mean as much as, what you've got inside |
| But I've got a lot of memories, to me means more to me than gold |
| And I can say I'm ready lord, any time its time to go |
| Chorus; |

| (Written by Gail Gardner) |
| 3/4 (Sing) |
| C | |
| Amazing (C7) grace (F) how sweet the (C) sound |
| That saved a wretch like (G) me |
| I (C) once was (C7) lost (F) but now I'm (C) found |
| Was blind but (G) now I (C) see |
| (Rescitation) |
| (C) Well it was just a little graveyard on the rollin foothill plains (C7) |
| (F) Bleached by sun and summer, swept by winter snows and rain (C) A little bunch of settlers had gathered on an autumn day(G) |
| Around a homemade lumber coffin, with their last repects to pay |
| ------------------------------------------------------------ |
| (C)Weary men who'd rung their living from this hard and arid land (C7) |
| (F) And beside em stood their women, faded wives with toiled worn hands (C) |
| But among em was one figure who was wiry straight and trim (G) |
| And everyone amongst us new him, he was the bronco twister, Jim (C)--------------------------------------------------------- |
| Just a bunch of hardened muscle, tempered with a savage grit (C7) |
| (F) He had the reputation of a man who'd never quit (C) |
| He'd helped to build the coffin and he'd helped to dig the grave (G) |
| His instincts musta told him, how he's supposed to behave (C) |
| ----------------------------------------------------------- |
| Well we didn't have a preacher and the crowd was mighty slim (C7) (F) Just two women with weak voices, sang an old time funeral hymn, (C) That was all we had for service (G) |
| The old wife was sobbin for her husband of a lifetime, laid away without a prayer (C) |
| Then she saw the bronco twister and she walked right up to him (C7) (F) Put one trembling arm around him and said, pray, please won't ya Jim (C) |
| ------------------------------------------------------------ |
| Well you could see his figure stiffin as a look of quick surprise (G) shot across his swarthy features and his hard daredevil eyes (C) |
| Why he could handle any bronco and he never dodged a fight (C7) |
| (F) It was the first time anyone had seen his face turn white (C) But he took his large sombreo off his, rough and shaggy head (G) |
| And how I wish I could remember what that bronco peeler said (C) |
| ----------------------------------------------------------- |
| No he wasn't educated, on the range his youth was spent (C7) |
| (F) But the maker of creation knew exactly what he meant (C) |
| As he looked off toward the mountains where the driftin shadows laid (G) |
| Silence musta reigned in heaven when they heard ol'Jim pray (C) |
| ------------------------------------------------------------- |
| Many years have passed since that funeral in that little graveyard lot (C7) |
| (F) But it gave us all a memory and a lot of food for thought (C) as we stood beside this coffin with its freashly broken sod (G) and listened to a wreckless bronco breaker talkin heart to heart with god (C) |
| ----------------------------------------------------------- |
| Well when the prayer had finally ended and the grave had all been filled (C7) |
| (F) On his half unbroken pony he rode back toward the hills (C) |
| And we just stood there and let him, we watched him ride away (G) for no words could ever thank him, there was nothin we could say (C) |
| ------------------------------------------------------------ |
| Since we gathered at the graveyard, its been nearly fifty years (C7) |
| (F) With the joys and with the sorrows, with our hopes and with our fears (C) |
| But I hope when I'm finished and they lay me with the dead (G) |
| Some cowboy says a prayer above me like that bronco twister said (C) (ends like it starts with amazing grace) |

| (C)Away out here they have a name for rain and |
| wind and (Em)fire, |
| The (Am)rain is Tess, the (C)fire's Jo, and they (F)call |
| the (G)wind Ma(C)riah |
| (C)Mariah moves the stars around and sends the clouds |
| a (Em)flying, |
| Mariah (Am)makes the (C)mountains sound like (F)folks |
| was (G)up there (C)dying |
| (Chorus;) |
| (Am)Mariah, (Em)Mariah, they (F)call the (G)wind Ma(C)riah |
| Before I knew Mariah's name and heard her wail |
| and whining, |
| I had a girl and she had me, and the sun |
| was always shining |
| But then one day I left my gal I left her far |
| behind me, |
| And now I'm lost so gol darned lost, not even |
| God can find me |
| (Chorus;) |
| Out here they've got a name for rain, for wind |
| and fire only, |
| But when you're lost and all alone, there is no |
| word for lonely. |
| And I'm a lost and lonely man without a star |
| to guide me, |
| Mariah blow my love to me, I need my gal beside me |
| (Chorus;) |
| Mariah, Mariah, they call the wind Mariah, |
| Mariah, Mariah blow my love to me |

| C | |
| Its quiet this evening |
| Em | |
| On the old | candian |
| F | C | G | |
| As | I ride down | the canyon | alone |
| C | Em | |
| I'm | lonely but | free |
| F | C | |
| Just | my pony and | me |
| G | C | |
| And the river is | singin a | song |
| G | C | G | C | |
| ) |
| Theres plenty of rain |
| Em | |
| The grass is growin | tall |
| F | C | G | |
| The | river is | rollin | along |
| C | Em | |
| The | cattle are | fat |
| F | C | |
| The | calves lookin | good |
| G | C | |
| Just layin round | waitin till | fall |
| G | C | G | C | |
| ) |
| As I ride out |
| On the point of a mesa |
| And survey all the beauty below |
| An eagle screams down |
| To his friends on the ground |
| Its time to be beddin down |
| G | C | G | C | |
| That ol' setting sun |
| Its colors on the mesa |
| And on the river canyon wall |
| From somewhere far away |
| A coyote calls its mate |
| Its time to be headin home |
| G | C | G | C | |
| The moons shinin bright |
| On the old canadian |
| As I jog down the canyon for home |
| I'm lonely but free |
| Just my pony and me |
| A cowboy at peace with the world |
| G | C | G | C | |
| G | C | |
| I'm a cowboy at | peace with the | world |
| G | C | G | C | |

| (Song of love and death) 4/4 |
| G | |
| Tonight alone I'm (D7)waiting, Waiting for the(G) moonlight |
| To drive away the (C)darkness, From this cold gray (G) cell |
| At last its light has (C) found me, Prison bars that(G) surround me |
| Have vanished and (C)died, Ride once more (D7)the canyon(G) trails |
| (G) Way down in the (D7) valley, By the Rio (G) Hondo |
| Everynight I (D7) go, I go back there in my (G) dreams |
| All the leaves are (C) turning, With love my heart is (G) burning |
| For the one that I (D7) know, In the moonlight waits for (G) me |
| I am but a cowboy, From the foot of the Cristos |
| Who somehow turned outlaw, By the swiftness of a gun |
| One night an old pe'cocho, This devil man they call El' Goncho |
| Placed evil hands on my Marina, He payed dearly for his fun |
| Way down in the valley, By the Rio Hondo |
| Everynight I go, I go back there in my dreams |
| We'll walk along together, And we'll pledge our love forever |
| For I know with the sunrise, That our love will never be |
| (Pause) At last moons shadows fading (D7)Big cottonwood stands (G)waiting |
| As light streaks across (C) the east, They'll come and carry me (G) away |
| But in this short time that I've (C) got left, I've got time for one more (G) memory trip |
| For when we're (C) together, It always (D7) seems to ease the (G) pain |
| (G) Way down in the (D7) valley, By the Rio (G) Hondo |
| Everynight I (D7) go, I go back there in my (G) dreams |
| We'll walk along (C)together, And we'll pledge our love (G) forever |
| For I know with the (D7)sunrise, That our love will never(G) be |

| (written by Don Edwards) 3/4 |
| (C) When days work is over and (Dm7) supper times gone |
| I'll (G7) tell you a story of the (C) night riders song |
| That (F) long lonesome (G) whistle and (C) tunes with no (Am) words |
| The (F) chat of the night (G7) songs we sang round the (C) herd |
| Cattle on the bed ground and I hope that they'll stay |
| Till we're back on the trail at the breakin of day |
| But until dawn I hope that they'll sleep |
| Rest easy weary cattle to the cowboys melody |
| My trusty little night horse he's gentle and smart |
| He's heard my songs so much he knows em by heart |
| The creak of the saddle a loose bridle rein |
| His hooves keepin time to poor Liza Jane |
| Got to keep the herd settled don't want no stampede |
| Two thousand runnin steers is what I don't need |
| Cause lightning and longhorns ain't no kind of game |
| It's sure hell for leather thru the thunder and rain |
| What keeps the herd from runnin stampedin far and wide |
| The night riders moan and the texas lullaby |
| In all kinds of weather the lonely night thru |
| The chant of the night songs the night riders blues |
| Now the days of the range ridin cowboy are gone |
| The lonely night rider has sung his last song |
| That long lonesome whistle and tunes with no words |
| The chant of the night songs no more to be heard |

| 4/4 |
| C | |
| It is like a (F) wild and beautiful (C) woman |
| With the (Dm) wind blowin through her (G) hair |
| And it comes to me, in my (C) dreams |
| And I (G) find myself (F) wanting to be (C) there |
| Cimar( F) ron, Cimar (C) ron from (Dm7) you |
| I've been long (G) gone |
| But I know that, you are (C) waiting |
| For (G) me to come (F) home Cimar (C) ron |
| Words like (F) Miranda and Ra-ah (C) go |
| Sangre De (Dm7) Christo and Bo-be (G) in |
| Words like do you still love (C) me |
| And are (G) you coming (F) home once (C) again |
| Chorus; |
| (C) As I ride across that (F) old mountain (C) pass |
| And I (Dm) see you there be (G) low |
| Like a wild and beautiful(C) woman |
| You (G) beckon me (F) with your soft (C) hello |
| Chorus; |

| Capo 2nd Fret |
| Intro: Am G Dm F |
| Am | |
| In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery(G) |
| Where rivers(Dm)run & disappear the mustang still lives free(F) |
| By the Devils(Am)wash and the coyote hole, in the wild Owyee range(G) |
| Somewhere in the(Dm)sage tonight, The wind calls out his name (F) Aye Aye Aye (Am) |
| Come gather round me buckaroos, and a story I will tell(G) |
| Bout the fugitive(Dm)Claude Dallas, who just broke out of jail(Am) |
| You might think this tale is history, from before the West was won(G) |
| But the events(Dm)that I'll describe took place in 1981(Am) |
| He was born out in Virginia, left home when school was through(G) |
| In the deserts(Dm)of Nevada, he became a bucka(Am)roo |
| He learned the ways of cattle, he learned to sit a horse(G) |
| And he always(Dm)packed a pistol,& he practiced deadly force(Am) |
| Then Claude(C) he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days(G) |
| He studied(Dm)bobcat logic, in the wild and silent(F)ways |
| In the bloody(C)runs near paradise, in the monitors down south(G) |
| Trapping cats(Dm)and coyotes, living hand and mouth(F)Aye Aye Aye(Am) |
| Then Claude took to living all alone, out many miles from town(G) |
| A friend(Dm)Jim Stevens brought supplies, and he stayed to hang (Am)around |
| That day two wardens Pogue and Elms, drove in to check Claude out(G) |
| They were(Dm,)seeking violations, and to see what Claude's |
| (Am) about |
| Now Claude he had hung some venison, he had a bobcat pelt or two |
| Pogue claimed they were out of season, he says, Dallas you're all through |
| But Dallas would not leave his camp, he refused to go to town |
| As the wind howled through the bull camp, they stared each other down |
| It's hard to say what happened next, perhaps we'll never know |
| They were going to take Claude into jail, and he'd vowed he'd never go |
| Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he turned around |
| Bill Pogue was fallin backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down Aye Aye Aye |
| Jim Stevens walked on over, there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand |
| It's hard to say who'd drawn his first But Claude had made his stand |
| Claude said, I'm justified Jim, they were going to cut me down |
| A mans got a right to hang some meat, when he's livin this far from town |
| It took 18 men and 15 months, to finally run Claude down |
| In the sage outside paradise, they drove him to the ground |
| Convicted up in Idaho, manslaughter by decree |
| Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free |
| There's two sides to this story, there may be no right or wrong |
| The lawmen and the renegade, have graced a thousand songs |
| The story is an old one, conclusions hard to draw |
| But Claude's out in the sage tonight, he may be the last outlaw Aye Aye Aye |
| Repeat 1st verse |

| (James A.Bliss) |
| C | |
| Ride all the lon(C7)ely nights |
| (F) Ride through the (C) day |
| Keep the herd a movin(Am) on |
| (D7) Movin on its (G) way |
| (C) Weep all ye lit(C7)tle rains |
| (F) Wail winds (C) wail |
| All the lon(Am)ely (Em)way a(Am)long |
| (F) The colo(Dm7)rado (C) trail |
| Eyes like the morning star |
| Cheeks like a rose |
| Laura was a pretty girl |
| God almighty knows |
| Chorus; |
| Ride through the stormy night |
| Dark is the sky |
| I wish I'd stayed in Abilene |
| Nice and warm and dry |
| CHORUS; |
| TAG; |
| All the lonely way along the colorado trail |

| C | |
| Cool Water |
| All (C)day I've faced the (G7)barren waste |
| with(C)out the taste of (G7)water, cool (C)water |
| Ole (F)Dan and I with (G7)throats burned dry |
| and (C)souls that (F)cry for (C)water (G7)cool, clear (C)water |
| The nights are cool and (G7)I'm a fool |
| Each (C)star's a pool of (G7)water, cool clear (C)water |
| And (F)with the dawn I'll (G7)wake and yawn |
| and (C)carry (F)on to (C)water (G7)cool, clear (C)water |
| The shadows sway and (G7)seem to say |
| to(C)night we pray for (G7)water, cool clear (C)water |
| And (F)way up there He'll (G7)hear our prayer |
| and (C)show us (F)where there's (C)water(G7)cool, clear (C)water |
| BRIDGE; |
| Keep a movin' Dan don't you (G7)listen to him Dan |
| He's the (C)devil not a man and he (G7)spreads the burnin' sand with (C)water |
| Say (F)Dan can't you see that (G7)big green tree |
| where the (F)water's runnin' free, it's (G7)waiting there for you and (C)me......G7)water.....cool, clear (C)water |
| Dan's feet are sore he's (G7)yearnin' for |
| Just (C)one thing more than (G7)water, cool, clear (C)water |
| Like (F)me I guess he'd (G7)like to rest |
| Where (C)there's no(F)quest for (C)water(G7)cool, clear (C)water |

| 4/4 |
| C | |
| Lord I'm just a cowboy (F) And you know cowboy ways |
| (C)You probably look at guys like me, The way I look at(G)strays |
| (C) You know the kind that wonder off, (F)Away from all the herd |
| (C) I was truely lost myself (G) Until I found the (C) word |
| (F) My church is the great (G) out of doors |
| (C) My song is natures sound |
| (F) The sky is my (C) cathedral |
| My alter is the (G) ground |
| (F) You must be fond of (C) mavericks |
| Cause you made them wild and (Am) free |
| (F) I know you've got a (C) place up there |
| For (G) old cowboys like (C) me |
| (C)Don't think that I don't love you,(F)Because I'm not herd bound |
| (C)Its just that I'm uncomfortable, With other folks (G) around |
| (C) I know your all around me, (F) I see you every day |
| (C) Its just that I don't go to church, (G) Where other people (C) pray |
| (F) My church is the great (G) out of doors |
| (C) My song is natures sound |
| (F) The sky is my (C) cathedral |
| My alter is the (G) ground |
| (F) You must be fond of (C) mavericks |
| Cause you made them wild and (Am) free |
| (F) I know you've got a (C) place up there |
| For (G) old cowboys like (C) me |

| (C) Well, he walked out in the arena |
| All (G) dressed up to the (C) brim |
| Said he's just came (Am) down |
| From a (G) place called Highland Rim |
| Well, he (C) said he came to (Em) ride the horse |
| The (F) one they called The (C) Brute |
| But he didn't look like a cowboy |
| In his (G) Continental (C) Suit. |
| We snickered at the way he dressed but he never said a word |
| He walked on by the rest of us as if he hadn't heard |
| A thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild cayuse |
| A meaner horse was never born than the one they called 'The Brute.' |
| The horse that he was lookin' for was in chute number eight |
| He walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gate |
| We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes |
| From the inside pocket of his Continental Suit. |
| He rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing there |
| He blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear |
| We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate |
| Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate. |
| The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick |
| He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horse's neck |
| He pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called 'The Brute' |
| Sat like he was born there in his continental suit. |
| The Brute's hind end was in the air, his front end on the ground, |
| Kickin' and a-squeelin' - trying to shake the stranger down |
| But the stranger didn't give an inch - he came to ride 'The Brute' |
| And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit. |
| Well, me I turned to look at Jim and he was watching me |
| He said, 'I don't believe the crazy things I think I see |
| But I think I see the outlaw, the one they call 'The Brute' |
| Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit.' |
| The Brute came to a standstill - ashamed that he'd been rode |
| By a city cowboy in some continental clothes |
| The stranger took his money and we don't know where he went |
| We don't know where he came from and we haven't seen him since. |
| The moral of this story - never judge by what they wear |
| Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire |
| Ev'rybody, listen - don't be fooled by this galoot |
| The sure enough bronc-buster in a Continental Suit. |

| (Full chorus;)(C) Deep water, (F) ice and snow |
| And with a (G) thousand cattle, (C) we had to go |
| To get the cattle to the (F) other side |
| You can (G) bet your life we had to (C) ride |
| (C) Now the railroad was (F) but a mile away |
| But (G) some men and horses (C) would die that day |
| We held the herd on a (F) ridge close by |
| As (G) the north wind blew (C) the snowflakes by |
| (C) Well we were all chilled (F) our bodies thru |
| But (G) from cold or fear, (C) nobody knew |
| So we lit us a smoke and (F) we watched her blow |
| Now (G) slack your cinches, (C) we gotta go |
| (Short chorus;) |
| (C) Deep water, (F) ice and snow |
| And with a (G) thousand cattle (C) we had to go |
| (C) Well I pointed the men and (F) we hit her fast |
| But (G) our luck by now was (C) a fadin fast |
| That man was a talkin (F) from down below |
| As (G) my horse and I were (C) next to go |
| (C) Well my horse turned over and (F) I floated free |
| But (G) the waves was so high, (C) I couldn't see |
| Then my horse swam by and (F) I grabbed his tail |
| He (G) dragged me outa that (C) icy hell |
| (short chorus;) |
| (C) Well I'll never forget (F) that terrible day |
| When (G) grown men cried and (C) I heard some pray |
| We crossed the cattle (F) to the other side |
| Just (G) to save a (C) vain mans pride |
| (C) Well the hell I've seen was (F) mighty cold |
| But (G) the other kinds worse (C) or so I'm told |
| Well I just hope (F) when I have to go |
| It (G) ain't in deep water, (C) ice or snow |
| (full chorus;) |

| Des(G7)pera(C)do,why(C7) don't you co[F)me to your (Dm7)senses |
| You been (C)out ridin' fences for so long (G)now |
| Well you're a(C) hard one, but I(C7) know that(F)you've |
| got your re(Dm7)asons, |
| These (C)things that are (Am)pleasin' you can (G)hurt you some(C)how |
| (C)Don't you (Am)draw the queen of (Em)diamonds boy, |
| She'll (F)beat you if she's (C)able, |
| You know the queen of (Am)hearts is your best(G) bet |
| Now it (Am)seems to me some (Em)finer things have been (F)laid upon your (C)table |
| But you only (Am)want the ones (Dm7)you can't (G)get |
| (Same chords used as above) |
| Desperado, well you ain't gettin' no younger, |
| Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you wild |
| And freedom, well, that's just some people talkin' |
| Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone |
| Don't your feet get cold in the winter time |
| When the sky won't snow and the sun won't shine |
| It's hard to tell the night time from the day |
| You're losin' all your highs and lows |
| Ain't it funny how the feelin' goes away |
| Desperado, why don't you come to your senses |
| Come down from your fences, and open the gate |
| It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you |
| You better let somebody love you before its to late |

| (C)We're alone doney (G) gal, in the (F) rain and (C) hail |
| Drivin them (G) doggies (F) down the (C) trail |
| Rain or shine, (F) sleet or (C) snow |
| (F) Me and (C) doney gal (F) are bound to (C) go |
| We ride the (G) range from (F) sun to (C) sun |
| A cowboys (G) work is (F) ne-ver (C) done |
| Rain or shine, (C7) (F) sleet or (C) snow |
| (F) Me and (C) my doney gal (F) are bound to (C) go |
| Starless (G) night and (F) lightnings (C) glare |
| Danger and (G) darkness (F) every (C) where |
| Rain or shine, (F) sleet or (C) snow |
| (F) Me and (C) my doney gal (F) are bound to (C) go |
| Swimin (G) rivers (F) long the (C) way |
| Pushin for the (G) north star (F) day by (C) day |
| Rain or shine, (C7) (F) sleet or (C) snow |
| (F) Me and (C) my doney gal (F) are bound to (C) go |
| The cowboy (G) life is a (F) dreary (C) life |
| For it rope and (G) brand and (F) ride and (C) sing |
| Rain or shine, (F) sleet or (C) snow |
| (F) Me and (C) my doney gal (F) are bound to (C) go |
| Ridin night (G) herd (F) all night (C) long |
| Singin (G) softly a (F) cowboy (C) song |
| Rain or shine, (C7) (F) sleet or (C) snow |
| (F) Me and (C) my doney gal (F) are bound to (C) go |
| The steers are (G) asleep on the (F) new bed (C) ground |
| Driftin my (G) doney gal (F) round and (C) round |
| Rain or shine, (F) sleet or (C) snow |
| (F) Me and (C) my doney gal (F) are bound to (C) go |
| Round the (G) campfires (F) flickering (C) glow |
| We sang the (G) songs of (F) long long (C) ago |
| Rain or shine, (C7) (F) sleet or (C) snow |
| (F) Me and (C) my doney gal (F) are bound to (C) go |

| D | |
| Down In The Valley -- The Valley So (A7)Low |
| Hang your head over -- Hear The Wind (D)Blow |
| Hear The Wind Blow Dear -- Hear The Wind (A7)Blow |
| Hang your head over -- Hear The Wind (D)Blow |
| Write me a letter -- send it by mail |
| Send it in care of -- birmingham jail |
| Birmingham jail dear -- birmingham jail |
| Send it in care of -- birmingham jail |
| Roses Love Sunshine -- Violets Love Dew |
| Angels In Heaven -- Know I Love You |
| Know I Love You Dear -- Know I Love You |
| Angels In Heaven -- Know I Love You |
| Down in the jail cell -- Down on my knees |
| Praying to heaven -- give my heart peace |
| Give my heart peace lord -- give my heart peace |
| Praying to heaven -- give my heart peace |
| Praying to heaven -- give my heart peace |

| 4/4 |
| G | |
| I'm ridin down the lonely trail a dreamin |
| Sleepy he's been dozin all the (G7)way................. |
| (C) Dreamin bout a filly in the meadow |
| I'm dreamin bout my pretty Daisy (G) Mae |
| (D) Dream ridin, Dreamin my life (G) away |
| (G) Sometimes in the hot part of the evenin |
| We'll stop a while and lay up in the (G7) shade................ |
| (C) Folks a passin by'll think were loafin |
| But I just really think we've got it (G) made |
| (D) Dream Ridin, Dreamin my life (G) away |
| (G) Some folks think I'm lazy, my minds a little hazy |
| On that I'd almost have to (G7) confess.................. |
| (C) Reality is fine, if you got the time |
| But dreamin always suited me (G) best |
| (G) Sometimes in the wee hours of the mornin |
| I'll saddle up my dreams and ride (G7) away................. |
| (C) I'll rope a shootin star that goes a glidin |
| And drift around until the break of (G) day |
| (D) Dream ridin, Dreamin my life (G) away |
| (Repeat the last 2 verses) |

| 1. (C)Out in the West Texas (Dm)town of El Paso |
| (G7)I fell in love with a Mexican (C)girl |
| Nighttime would find me in (Dm)Rose's Cantina, |
| (G7)Music would play and Felina would (C)whirl |
| 2. Blacker than night were the eyes of Felina, |
| Wicked and evil while casting a spell. |
| My love was strong for this Mexican maiden, |
| I was in love, but in vain I could tell. |
| Chorus; 1 |
| (F)One night a wild young (C)cowboy came (F)in, |
| Wild as the (C)West Texas (C7)wind... |
| (C)Dashing and daring a drink he was sharing, |
| With wicked Felina, the (F)girl that I love |
| So in (G7)an - ger |
| 3. I challenged his right for the love of this maiden; |
| Down went his hand for the gun that he wore. |
| My challenge was answered, in less than a heartbeat |
| The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor. |
| 4. Just for a moment I stood there in silence, |
| Shocked by the foul evil deed I had done. |
| Many thoughts ran through my mind as I stood there; |
| I had but one chance and that was to run. |
| Chorus; 2 |
| Out through the back door of Rose's I ran, |
| Out where the horses were tied... |
| I caught a good one; he looked like he could run, |
| Up on his back and away I did ride. |
| Just as fast as |
| 5. I could from the West Texas town of El Paso, |
| Out thru the badlands of New Mexico. |
| Back in El Paso my life would be worthless; |
| Everything's gone in life nothing is left. |
| 6. But it's been so long since I've seen the young maiden, |
| My love is stronger that my fear of death. |
| (Nothing's missing. It really is only half a verse.) |
| Chorus; 3 |
| I saddled up and away I did go, |
| Riding alone in the dark... |
| Maybe tomorrow a bullet may find me, |
| Tonight nothing's worse than this pain in my heart. |
| And as last here |
| 7. I am on the hill overlooking El Paso, |
| I can see Rose's Cantina below. |
| My love is strong and it pushes me onward, |
| Down off the hill to Felina I go. |
| 8. Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys, |
| Off to my left ride a dozen or more. |
| Shouting and shooting; I can't let them catch me, |
| I've got to make it to Rose's back door. |
| Chorus; 4 |
| Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel |
| A deep burning pain in my side... |
| It's getting harder to stay in the saddle. |
| I'm getting weary, unable to ride. |
| But my love for |
| 9. Felina is strong and I rise where I've fallen; |
| Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest. |
| I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle, |
| I feel the bullet go deep in my chest. |
| 10.From out of nowhere, Felina has found me, |
| Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side. |
| Cradled by two loving arms that I'll die for, |
| One little kiss and Felina goodbye. |

| (Words and music by Marty Robbins) |
| (G) From thirty thousand feet above |
| The (C) desert floor, I see you there be-(G) low |
| A city with a legend - |
| The (C) west Texas city of El (G) Paso |
| Where long ago I heard a song |
| A-(C) bout a Texas cowboy and a (G) girl |
| And a little place called Rosa's |
| Where he (D) used to go and watch his beauty (G) whirl |
| I don't recall who sang the song |
| But I recall the story that I heard |
| And as I look down on this city, |
| I remember each and ev'ry word |
| The singer sang about a jealous cowboy |
| And the way he used a gun |
| To kill another cowboy |
| Then he had to leave El Paso on the run |
| (G7) El Paso (C) Cit-y, by the Rio (G) Grand-ee |
| (D) The cowboy lived and rode away |
| But love was strong he couldn't stay |
| He rode back just to (D7)die in that (G) El Paso sun (G7) |
| El Paso (C) Cit-y, by the Rio (G) Grand-ee |
| (D) I try not to let you cross my mind |
| But still I find there's such a mystery |
| In this (D7)song that I don't (G) understand |
| My mind is down there somewhere |
| As I fly above the badlands of New Mexico |
| I can't explain why I should know |
| The very trail he rode back to El Paso |
| Can it be that man can disappear |
| >From life and live another time |
| And does the mystery deepen 'cause you think |
| That you yourself lived in that other time |
| Somewhere in my deepest thoughts |
| Familar scenes and memories unfold |
| These wild and unexplained emotions |
| That I've had so long but I have never told |
| Like every time I fly up thru the heavens |
| And I see you there below |
| I get the feeling sometime |
| In another world I lived in El Paso |
| El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-ee |
| Could it be that I could be |
| The cowboy in this mystery |
| That died there in that desert sand so long ago |
| El Paso Cit-y, by the Rio Grand-ee |
| A voice tells me to go and seek |
| Another voice keeps tellin' me |
| Maybe death awaits me in El Paso |

| Em | C | |
| You'll remember me when the w | est wind moves |
| G | |
| Upon the fields of b | arley |
| Em | C | G | |
| You'll for | get the sun in his | jealous | sky |
| C | D | Em | |
| As we | walk in | fields of gold |
| Em | C | G |
| So she took her love for to gaze awhile |
| Upon the fields of barley |
| In his arms she fell as her hair come down |
| Among the fields of gold |
| Will you stay with me will you be my love |
| Among the fields of barley |
| We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky |
| As we lie in fields of gold |
| Em | C | G |
| See the west wind move like a lover so |
| Upon the fields of barley |
| Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth |
| Among the fields of gold |
| C | G | |
| I never made promises l | ightly |
| C | G | |
| And there have been | some that I've broken |
| C | G | |
| But I swear in the | days still left |
| C | D | G | |
| We'll | walk in | fields of | gold |
| C | D | D | |
| We'll | walk in | fields of g | old |
| Many years have passed since those summer days |
| Among the fields of barley |
| See the children run as the sun goes down |
| Among the fields of gold |
| You'll remember me when the west wind moves |
| Upon the fields of barley |
| You can tell the sun in his jealous sky |
| When we walked in fields of gold (last line x3) |
This song is from PJ's Guitar Chords & Lyrics site |

| C | F | Dm | G | |
| - | - | - |
| Chorus: |
| Four Strong (C) winds that blow (F) lonely |
| Seven (G7) Seas that run (C) high |
| All these (F)things that don't (Dm) change come what (G) may |
| But my (C) good times are all (F) gone |
| And I'm (G7) bound for movin' (C) on |
| I'll look (F) for you if I'm (Dm) ever back this (G) way |
| Think I'll (C) go out to Al (F) berta |
| Weather's (G) good there in the (C) fall |
| Got some (F)friends that I can (Dm) go to workin' (G) for |
| Still I (C) wish you'd change your (F) mind |
| If I (G7) asked you one more (C) time |
| But we've (F) been through that a (Dm) hundred times or (G) more |
| If I (C) get there before the (F) snow flies |
| And if (G7) things are goin' (C) good |
| You could (F)meet me if I (Dm) send you down the (G) fare |
| But if (C)you wait until the(F) winter |
| It (G7)will do no (C) good |
| cause the (F) wind can sure blow (Dm) cold way out (G) there |
| Repeat chorus; Then finish with; |
| I'll look (F)for you if I'm (G)ever back this (F)way(Dm)(G)(C) |

| 4/4 |
| (C) I dusted off my poster, I polished up my gun |
| I jotted down my memories, of my (G) moments in the (C) sun |
| Now by all rights and reason, I should not be standing here |
| But I out lived my brother by (G) another thirty (C) years |
| And (F) tonight I can here Jesse (C) callin |
| And (F) tonight we will ride once (G) again |
| I (F) believe I have seen my last (C) sunset |
| I believe I have (G) jumped my last (C) train |
| I believe I have (G) jumped my last (Am) train |
| (C) Now me and little Jesse, rode our way to fame |
| Engineers would shudder, at the (G) mention of our (C) name |
| We were more than dime store novels, we were more than flash and noise |
| We were farm boys from Missouri, Mrs. (G) James baby (C) boys |
| And (F) tonight I can here Jesse (C) callin |
| And (F) tonight we will ride once (G) again |
| I (F) believe I have seen my last (C) sunset |
| I believe I have (G) jumped my last (C) train |
| I believe I have (G) jumped my last (Am) train |
| (Bridge) |
| We (G) protected each other like (F) other brothers (C) should |
| Now (G) times finally done, what (F) the law never (G) could |
| And (F) to night I can here Jesse (C) callin |
| And (C) tonight we will ride once (G) again |
| For I believe (F) that I have seen my last (C) sunset |
| I believe I have (G) jumped my last (C) train |
| I believe I have (G) jumped my last (Am)train |

| C | F | C | |
| Frosty the Snow Man | was a jolly happy soul |
| F | C | |
| With a corn-cob pipe and a button nose | and two eyes made out of |
| G7 | C | G7 | |
| coal. |
| C | F | C | |
| Frosty the Snow Man is a fairy tale they say |
| F | F#dim | C | Am | |
| He was made of snow | but the children know | how he came to |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| life one day. |
| F | Em7 | A7 | |
| There must have been some magic in | that old silk hat they |
| Dm7 | G7 | Cmaj7 | |
| found, |
| G | G#dim | Am7 | |
| For when they put it on his head | he began to dance around. |
| D7 | G | G7 |
| C | F | F#dim | C | |
| Oh, Frosty the Snow Man | was alive as he could be, |
| F | Em7 | A7 | |
| And the children say | he could laugh and play | just the same as |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| you and me. |
| C | F | C | |
| Frosty the Snow Man | knew the sun was hot that day, |
| F | C | |
| So he said, 'Let's run | and we'll have some fun | now before I melt |
| G7 | C | G7 | |
| away.' |
| C | F | C | |
| Down to the village | with a broomstick in his hand, |
| F | F#dim | C | Am | |
| Running here and there | all around the square, | saying |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| 'Catch me if you can.' |
| F | Em7 | A7 | |
| He led them down the streets of town | right to the traffic cop, |
| Dm7 | G7 | Cmaj7 |
| G | G#dim | Am7 | D7 | |
| And he only paused a moment | when he heard him holler, |
| G | G7 | |
| 'Stop!' |
| C | F | F#dim | C | |
| For Frosty the Snow Man | had to hurry on his way, |
| F | Em7 | A7 | |
| But he waved good-bye, | saying, 'Don't you cry; | I'll be back |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| again some day.' |
| Thumpety thump thump, thumpety thump thump, Look at Frosty go. Thumpety |
| C | G7 | G7 | G7 | C | |
| thump thump, thumpety thump thump, Over the hills of snow. |

| Am | |
| An ol | d cowboy went riding out one dark and |
| C | Am | |
| wind | y day, Upon | a ridge he rested |
| C | |
| as he went along | his way, |
| Am | |
| When | all at once a mighty herd |
| C | Am | |
| of | red-eyed cows he | saw, |
| F | |
| Plowin' through the ragged sky, |
| Am | |
| and up a cloudy | draw, |
| Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel, |
| Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel, |
| A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky, |
| For he saw the riders coming hard, and he heard their mournful cry |
| Chorus: |
| Yippe-ai -a (C)yippee-a i- o (Am) |
| (F)Ghost riders in the sky, (Am) |
| Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat, |
| He's ridin' hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught them yet, |
| Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky, |
| On horses snortin' fire, as they ride on hear them cry |
| As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name, |
| If you want to save your soul from hell, a ridin' on our range, |
| Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride, |
| Trying to catch the devil's herd, a-cross the endless skies |
| Yippe-ai-a yippee-ai -o Ghost riders in the sky, |
| Ghost riders in the sky, Ghost riders in the sky, |

| G# | |
| CAPO: 1st FRET; K | EY: PLAY: G |
| (G) a campfire, some (C) coffee |
| >From a (G) tin cup in my (G7) hand |
| (C) Sure warms the fingers when it's (G) cold ...(G7) |
| (G) a-playin' an (C) old guitar |
| A (G) friend I under-[(G7) stand |
| (A7) Sure smoothes the wrinkles in my (D) soul ...(D7) |
| A-(G) sleepin' in the (C) moonlight |
| A (G) blanket for my (G7) bed |
| (C) Leaves a peaceful feelin' in my (G) mind ...(G7) |
| (G) Wakin' up in the (C) mornin' |
| with an (G) eagle over-(Em) head |
| Makes me (G) want to fly a-(D) way be-(D7) fore my (G) time |
| CHORUS; |
| And I think (G) God must be a cow-(G7) boy at (C) heart |
| He made (D) wide open (D7) spaces from the (G) start ...(D7) |
| He made (G) grass and trees and moun-(G7) tains |
| And a (C) horse to be a friend |
| And (D) trails to lead old cow-(D7) boys home a-(G) gain ...(G7) |
| (C) Night life and big cities |
| Is al-(G) right for awhile (G7) |
| (C) Sure makes you feel good when you're (G) there ...(G7) |
| But the (C) country's so pretty |
| It goes (G) on and on for (Em) miles |
| (A7) takes away my troubles and my (D) cares ...(D7) |
| CHORUS; |
| And (D) trails to lead old cow-(D7) boys home a-(G) gain |

| 3/4 |
| D | |
| 1. I | grew up dreaming of being a cowboy |
| 2. Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery |
| G | D | |
| 1. And | loving the cowboy | ways. |
| 2. From being alone too long. |
| D | |
| 1. P | ursuing the life of my high riding heroes |
| 2. You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare |
| E7 | A7 | |
| 1. I | burned up my childhood | days. |
| 2. Knowing well that your best days are gone |
| D | |
| 1. I | learned all the rules of a moder day drifter |
| 2. Picking up hookers instead of my pen |
| G | D | |
| 1. Don�t you | hold on to nothing too | long |
| 2. I let the words of my youth fade away. |
| G | D | G | |
| 1. Just | take what you need from the | ladies and | leave them |
| 2. Old worn out saddles and old worm out memories |
| D | A7 | D | |
| 1. With the | words of a | sad country | song. |
| 2. With no one and no place to stay. |
| CHORUS |
| G | D | |
| My | heroes have always been | cowboys |
| E7 | A7 | |
| And they still are it | seems |
| G | D | G | |
| Sadly in search of and | one step in | back of |
| D | A7 | D | |
| Them | selves and their | slow moving | dreams. |

| C | C7 | F | |
| Oh, | give me a | home where the | buffalo roam |
| C | G7 | |
| Where the d | eer and the antelope p | lay |
| C | C7 | F | |
| Where | seldom is | heard a dis | couraging word |
| C | G7 | C | |
| and the s | kies are not c | loudy all d | ay |
| Chorus: |
| G7 | C | |
| H | ome, home on the r | ange |
| G7 | |
| Where the deer and the antelope p | lay |
| C | C7 | F | |
| Where s | eldom is | heard a disc | ouraging word |
| C | G7 | C | |
| and the s | kies are not c | loudy all d | ay |
| The Red Man was pressed from his part of the west |
| and he's likely no more to return |
| to the banks of Red River, where seldom, if ever |
| his flickering campfires still burn |
| Repeat chorus---------------------------------- |
| How often at night when the heavens are bright |
| with the light from the glittering stars |
| Have I stood there amazed and asked, as I gazed |
| if their glory exceeds that of ours |
| Repeat chorus----------------------------------- |
| Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand |
| flows leisurely down the stream |
| Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along |
| like a maid in a heavenly dream (Repeat chorus) |

| INTRO D G A |
| (D)Her Telephone Rang 'Bout A (G)Quarter To Nine |
| (D)She Heard His Voice On The(A7) Other End Of The(G) Line |
| She Wondered What Was (A7)Wrong This Time |
| (D)She Never Knew What His (G)Calls Might Bring |
| With A (D)Cowboy Like Him It Could (A7)Be Anything |
| (G)And She Always Expected The (A7)Worst In The Back Of Her (D)Mind(A7) |
| He Said, It's Cold Out Here And I'm All Alone |
| I Didn't Make The Short Go, Again, And I'm Coming Home |
| I Know I've Been Away Too Long |
| I Never Got A Chance To Write Or Call |
| And I Know This Rodeo Has Been Hard On Us All |
| But I'll Be Home Soon And Honey Is There Something Wrong |
| CHORUS: |
| (G)She Said Don't Bother (A7)Comin' Home |
| By The (D)Time You (A7)Get Here I'll (G)Be Long Gone |
| There's(D)Somebody New And He (A7)Sure Ain't No Rodeo (G)Man(A7) |
| (G)He Said I'm Sorry It's (A7)Come Down To This |
| There's (D)So Much (A7)About You That (G)I'm Gonna Miss |
| But It's (D)Alright Honey If I (A7)Hurry I Can Still Make (G)Cheyenne |
| Gotta(D) Go Now Baby If I(A7)Hurry I Can Still Make(G)Cheyenne |
| He Left That Phone Danglin' Off The Hook |
| Then He Slowly Turned And Gave It One Last Look |
| The He Just Walked Away |
| He Aimed His Truck Toward That Wyoming Line |
| With A Little Luck He Could Get There In Time |
| And In That Cheyenne Wind He Could Still Hear Her Say |
| Repeat CHORUS---------------------------------------- |
| She Never Knew What His Calls Might Bring |
| With A Cowboy Like Him It Could Be Anything |
| And She Always Expected The Worst In The Back Of Her Mind |
| OUTRO D G D A G A D D |

| 3/4 time |
| C | F | |
| Shes a barmaid in a west texas dance hall |
| C | G | C | |
| Shes there everynight t | ill they close |
| C | F | |
| The cowboys pay for the juke box |
| C | G | C | |
| And she plays San Antonio Ro | se |
| C | F | |
| Well I know that her life ain't been easy |
| C | G | C | |
| Lord the lines in her face say | it all |
| C | F | |
| But she still is a beautiful woman |
| C | G | C | |
| In the lights of this texas d | ance hall |
| Chorus: |
| C | F | |
| But she won't sit down at your table |
| C | G | C | |
| And I know that you can't hold h | er hand |
| C | F | |
| No she won't go home with you cowboy |
| C | G | C | |
| Shes in love with a rodeo | Man |
| C | F | |
| Well he's hard and he's scared and he's grated |
| C | G | C | |
| And he's stoned most all of t | he time |
| C | F | |
| He drinks at a dark corner table |
| C | G | C | |
| And he waits there until clo | sin time |
| Chorus: |

| G | D | Am7 | |
| Mama take this b | adge off of | me, |
| G | D | C | |
| I can't | use it anym | ore |
| G | D | Am7 | |
| It's getting dar | k, too dark to s | ee |
| G | D | C | |
| I feel I'm kn | ocking on heaven's do | or |
| Chorus; |
| G | D | Am7 | |
| Knock, knock, kn | ocking on heavens d | oor |
| G | D | C | |
| Knock, knock, kn | ocking on heavens d | oor |
| G | D | Am7 | |
| Knock, knock, kn | ocking on heavens d | oor |
| G | D | C | |
| Knock, knock, kn | ocking on heavens d | oor |
| Mama put my guns in the ground |
| I won't need them anymore |
| That long black cloud is coming down |
| I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door |
| Chorus; |
| Mama wipe the tears from my face |
| I won't shed them any more |
| Got a feeling that's hard to trace |
| I feel I'm knocking on heaven's door |
| Chorus; |

| Am | |
| I was out on night guard when the (G) storm came rollin in |
| (Am)The lead steer got up to his feet and (G)raced into the wind |
| (Am)The air was filled with lightning and it (G)jumped from horn to horn |
| My (F)night horse took the challenge and we (G)rode into the (Am) storm |
| (Am)I tried to turn the leaders but they (G)scattered like the wind |
| (Am)I held onto a hundred head and (G) turned them back again |
| (Am)I rode with no direction as I (G) pushed them thru the night |
| Then (F)way off in the distance was a (G)tiny point of (Am)light |
| Yes (F)the lantern on the wagon led me safely thru the(Am) storm |
| A beacon shining brightly when your (F)lost and all (G) alone |
| As (F)I wondered thru the darkness what a warm and welcome(Am) sight |
| The (F)lantern on the wagon led me safely (G)thru the (Am)night |
| (Am)Your life has no direction when you (G)think you've lost your way |
| (Am)I had a friend who helped me, all I (G) had to do was pray |
| (Am)He's the one whos love is constant you don't (G)have to ride alone |
| All (F)you need to do is ask him and he'll (G)lead you safely (Am) home |
| Like (F)the lantern on the wagon he will lead thru the(Am) storm |
| A beacon shining brightly when your (F) lost and all (G)alone |
| As (F)you wonder thru the darkness he's a warm and friendly (Am) sight |
| His (F)light of love will lead you safely (G)thru the darkest (Am) night |
| Yes (F)his light of love will lead you safely (G)thru the darkest (Am) night |

| F | C7 | F | |
| Oh, the | weather out | side is | frightful, |
| Abdim | C7 | |
| But the fire is | so deli | ghtful, |
| Gm | D7 | Gm | |
| And | since we've | no place to | go, |
| C7 | F | |
| Let it | snow, let it snow, let it | snow. |
| It doesn't show signs of stopping, |
| And I brought some corn for popping; |
| The lights are turned way down low, |
| Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. |
| C | C | |
| When we finally kiss good night, |
| Dm7 | G7 | C | |
| How I'll | hate going | out in the | storm; |
| C | C | |
| But | if you really hold me tight, |
| D7 | G7 | C7 | |
| All the way home I'll be | warm. |
| The fire is slowly dying, |
| And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing, |
| But as long as you love me so. |
| Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. |

| C | F | C | |
| The panhandle dust | Is blowin hard | tonight |
| G | |
| I can't even see across the | road |
| C | F | C | |
| I'm | thankful for the wind, its a | blessing in | disguise |
| G | C | |
| It keeps me from | seeing,the lights of | Amarillo |
| Chorus: |
| F | C | |
| The | lights of amarillo shine so | bright |
| G | |
| Across the plains they became her guiding | light |
| C | |
| I can | see them in the distance |
| F | C | |
| On a | clear panhandle | night |
| G | |
| Shes out there | somewhere |
| C | |
| In the lights of | amarillo |
| I can't really blame her for leaving me here |
| I couldn't leave papa all alone |
| She wanted those kind of things, that I could never give her |
| She went to find them, in the lights of amarillo |
| Chorus; |
| Each night i'm so worn out, from workin all day long |
| Hoeing those endless cotton rows |
| By the time I'm laying down, her dancing shoes are going on |
| Going out with some cowboy, in the lights of amarillo |
| Chorus; |
| Repeat last 2 lines of chorus |

| C | |
| Little Joe, The Wrangler, will (F) wrangle never more |
| His (C) days with the remuda, they're all (G7) o'er |
| Was a (C) year ago last April, when he (F) rode into our camp |
| Just a (C) little Texas (G7) stray and all (C) alone |
| Was late in the ev'nin', when he (F) rode up to our camp |
| On a (C) little Texas pony, he called (G7) Chaw |
| With his (C)brogan shoes and overalls, a (F) tougher lookin' kid |
| You (C) never in your (G7) life before, had (C) saw |
| 1st Chorus; |
| His (F) saddle was a Texas 'kack' built (C) many years ago |
| An O.K. spur on one foot, lightly (G7) swung |
| With his (C)hot-roll in a cotton sack, and (F)loosely tied behind |
| And a (C) canteen from his (G7) saddle horn, was (C) slung |
| He said he had to leave his home, his pa had married twice |
| His new ma whipped him every day or two |
| So he saddled up old Chaw one night and 'lit a shuck' this way |
| He said he'd try to paddle his own canoe |
| He said if we would give him work, he'd do the best he could |
| Tho' he didn't know straight up, about a cow |
| So the Boss, he cut him out a mount and kindly put him on |
| He sorta liked this little kid somehow |
| 2nd chorus; |
| He learned to jingle horses and to know them one and all |
| And to get 'em in at daybreak, if he could |
| And to trail the old chuck wagon and always hitch the team |
| And help the 'cookie' ev'nin's - rustle wood |
| We had hardly reached Red river, the weather it was fine |
| We were camped down on the south side, in a draw |
| When a 'Norther' commenced blowin' so we doubled up our guard |
| for it took all hands to hold the cattle in |
| Little Joe, The Wrangler, was called out with the all rest |
| and tho' the kid had scarcely reached the herd |
| When the cattle, they stampeded, like a hail storm on, they fled |
| And ev'ryone was ridin' for the lead |
| 3rd chorus; |
| A-mid the streaks of lightnin', there was one horse up ahead |
| He was tryin' to check the leader in their speed |
| It was Little Joe, The Wrangler, with a slicker o'er his head |
| He was ridin' old Blue Rocket in the lead |
| When we finally got 'em millin' and kinda quieted down |
| And the extra guard back to the wagon rode |
| ah but there was one a-missin', we all knew it at a glance |
| Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe |
| Next mornin' just at daybreak, we found where Rocket fell |
| Down in a washout, twenty feet be-low |
| Be-neath his horse, mashed to a pulp, his spur had rung the knell |
| For our little Texas stray, poor wrangler Joe |

| (C) Lonesome dove I (F) hear your (C) cry |
| And if I had (F) wi (dm7) ngs to (G) cry |
| I'd (F) join you (G) in your (C) restless (F) flight |
| Theres (C) know place for (G) lonesome dove to (F) rest to (C) night |
| A ramblers heart is like a (F) lonesome (C) dove |
| Far away from (F) his (dm7) true (G) love |
| He (F) cannot (G) find his (C) mate in (F) flight |
| (C) Theres no place for (G) lonesome dove to (F) rest (C) tonight |
| (F) On the (G) wing, (C) wonder (F) ing |
| (C) Flies on and (G) on his (F) song to (C) sing |
| (F) Searching (G) for his (C) long lost (F) love |
| (C) Why must he (G) always be a (F) lonesome (C) dove |
| Like cowboys and (F) old out (C) laws |
| Riding for a (F) lo (dm7) ng lost (G) cause |
| (F) Searching (G) for the(C) one true (F) light |
| (C) Our hearts feel (G) just like a lonesome (F) dove (C) tonight |
| Lonesome dove we (F) hear your (C) cry |
| And if we had (F) wi (dm7) ngs to (G) fly |
| We'd (F) join you (G) in your (C) restless (F) flight |
| (C) Theres no place for (G) lonesome dove to (F) rest (C) tonight |

| (In 3/4 Time) |
| D | G | |
| Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be | cowboys. |
| A | |
| Don't | let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks, |
| A7 | D | |
| Make 'em be doctors and | lawyers and | such. |
| D | G | |
| Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be | cowboys. |
| A | |
| They'll | never stay home and they're always alone |
| A7 | D | |
| even with | someone they | love. |
| D | G | |
| Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to | hold. |
| A | A7 | D | |
| And | they'd rather give you a song than | diamonds or | gold. |
| D | |
| Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis and each night |
| G | |
| begins a new | day. |
| A | |
| And if | you don't understand him and he don't die young |
| A7 | D | |
| he'll probably | just ride a- | way. |
| D | G | |
| Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be | cowboys. |
| A | |
| Don't | let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks, |
| A7 | D | |
| Make 'em be doctors and | lawyers and | such. |
| D | G | |
| Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be | cowboys. |
| A | |
| They'll | never stay home and they're always alone |
| A7 | D | |
| even with | someone they | love. |
| E | A | |
| A | cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain | mornings, |
| B | B7 | E | |
| And | little warm puppies and children and | girls of the | night. |
| E | |
| Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do sometimes |
| A | |
| won't know how to | take him. |
| B | |
| He's not | wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him |
| B7 | E | |
| do things to make you | think he's | right. |
| D | G | |
| Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be | cowboys. |
| A | |
| Don't | let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks, |
| A7 | D | |
| Make 'em be doctors and | lawyers and | such. |
| D | G | |
| Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be | cowboys. |
| A | |
| They'll | never stay home and they're always alone |
| A7 | D | |
| even with | someone they | love. |

| C | |
| When Liberty Valance rode to town the women |
| Am | C | |
| folk would hide.....would | hide |
| When Liberty Valance walked around |
| Am | |
| the men | would step aside |
| Dm | |
| Because | the point of a gun was the only law, |
| G | |
| Liberty under | stood |
| C | Dm | |
| When it | came to shootin straight and fast, |
| G | C | |
| he was | mighty | good |
| From the east there came a man a law book |
| in his (Am)hand, a (C)man |
| The kind of man the west would need to tame |
| this troubled(Am) land |
| Because (Dm)the point of a gun was the only law |
| Liberty under(G)stood |
| When it (C)came to shootin straight and fast |
| (Dm)he was(G)mighty good |
| Many a men would (Am) face his gun, many (C) a men would (Am) fall |
| The(C)man who shot(Am)Liberty Valance, |
| (C)he shot (Am) Liberty Valance |
| He (Dm) was the brav (G) est of them (C) all |
| The love of a girl can make a man stay on when (Am) he should go... stay(C)on |
| Just trying to fill a peaceful life where love |
| is free (Am)to grow |
| But the (Dm) point of a gun was the only law |
| Liberty under (G) stood |
| When (C) the final showdown came at last, |
| (Dm) a law book (G) was no (C)good |
| A woman afraid she prayed that he'd return |
| that(Am)fateful night....awe that (C) night |
| When nothing she said could keep her man |
| from going (Am) out to fight |
| From (Dm) the monent a girl gets to be full grown, |
| the first thing that she (G)learns |
| When (C) two men go out to face each other, |
| (Dm) only (G) one (C) returns |
| Everyone heard two shots (Am) ring out, |
| (C) the shot made Liberty (Am) fall |
| The (C) man who shot (Am) Liberty Valance, |
| (C) he shot (Am) Liberty Valance |
| He (Dm) was the brav (G) est of them (C) all |
| (slows) He (Dm) was the brav (G) est of them (C) all |

| (Am) The lightning rolled in hoops and circles |
| The rain in sheets is coming (C)down |
| The thunder rattles through the gulches |
| As the hoofbeats shook the (Am) ground |
| The cowhands rode hell bent for leather |
| Beggin god for the break of (C)day |
| Cause a stampede beats the best Camp meeting |
| When it comes to gettin men to (Am) pray |
| (C) When I was but a young man (Am) wild and full of fire |
| A (C) youth within my teens but full of (Am) challenge and desire |
| I (C) ran away from home and left my (Am) mother and my dad |
| How it (F) grieved them so to think that (G) there only boy was (Am) bad |
| I (C) fell in with an outlaw bunch, there (Am) names were known quite well |
| How (C) many times we robbed and plundered (Am) I could never tell |
| This (C) kind of sinful living will lead (Am) only to a fall |
| I (F) learned that much and more the night I (G) heard my master (Am) call |
| One (C) night we rustled cattle, (Am) a thousand head or so |
| Then (C) started them out on the trail that (Am) leads to Mexico |
| When (G) a norther started blowin and (C) lightning flashed about |
| I (Am) thought someone was callin me I (F) thought I heard a (Am) shout |
| Then (C) at that moment lightning struck (Am) not twenty yards from me |
| And (C) left there was a giant cross where (Am) once there'd been a tree |
| This (G) time I know I heard a voice, (C) a voice so sweet and plain |
| A (Am) voice that came from everywhere (F) a voice that called my (Am) name |
| So (C) frightened I was thinking of the (Am) sinful deeds I'd done |
| I (C) failed to see the thousand head of (Am) cattle start to run |
| The (C) cattle they stampeded and (Am) were running all around |
| My (F) pony ran but stumbled and he (G) threw me to the (Am)ground |
| I (C) felt the end was near that (Am) death would be the price |
| When (C) a mighty bolt of lightning showed the (Am) face of Jesus Christ |
| And I (G) cried Oh lord forgive me, (C) don't let it happen now |
| I (Am) want to live for you alone, (F) god these words I (Am) vow |
| My (C) wicked life unfolded, I (Am) thought of wasted years |
| When (C) another bolt of lightning killed a (Am) hundred head of steers |
| And (G) the others rushed on by me, (C) but I was left to live |
| The (Am) master had a reason life was (F) his to take or (Am) give |
| A (C) miriacle performed that night (Am) I wasn't meant to die |
| The (C) dead ones formed a barricade (Am) least six or seven high |
| And (C) right behind it there was I (Am) afraid but safe and sound |
| I (F) cried and begged for mercy then and (G) there upon the (Am) ground |
| A (C) pardon I was granted my (Am) sinful soul set free |
| No (C) more to fear the angry waves (Am) upon lifes stormy seas |
| For (C) given by a love of god, a (Am) love that will remain |
| I (F) gave my life and soul the night the (G) savior called my (Am) name |
| I (F) gave my life and soul the night the (G) savior called my (Am) name |

| 3/4 time; |
| (D) He met her one night in (G) laredo |
| Just a (D) wild commancharo they (A7) say |
| They (D) told her that he'd been an (G) outlaw |
| And (A7) she'd have to send him (D) away |
| (D) They warned her of toil and (G) hardship |
| And a (D) life full of heartache and (A7) tears |
| Then (D) one day he sent her a (G) message |
| The (A7) one she'd been waiting to (D) hear |
| (D) Meet me tonight in (G) laredo |
| Wait (D) till the moons hangin (A7) low |
| Meet (D) me tonight in (G) laredo |
| We'll (A7) soon be in old (D) Mexico |
| That night as they slipped thru the darkness |
| To the place where the horses were tied |
| He whispered a prayer for tomorrow |
| That she would be safe by his side |
| She smiled as they climbed in the saddle |
| And as swift as the wild prairie wind |
| They rode to madre sierra |
| Repeating these words once again |
| chorus; |
| And now in their own hacienda |
| In the glow of the soft candle light |
| The hands that once held a six gun |
| Are holding their baby tonight |
| She echo's his god will go with us |
| And at night when the moons hanging low |
| She smiles as she fondly remembers |
| The words he had said long ago (Repeat chorus;) |

| Written by Richard O'Brien |
| D | |
| Theres nothing left but ashes, The (Em)fire is gone for good |
| I'm (A7)trapped here in this cabin, To (G)cold to go for(D) wood |
| So I thought I'd write a letter, Let you (Em) know that i'm okay |
| Though my (A7) leg still hurts a little, From (G) a bad spill (A7) yester (D) day (D7) |
| Chorus: |
| Dear (G) mama I'm a (A7) cowboy |
| And (D) I know that breaks your (G) heart |
| All (A7) the things they wrote about me |
| Must of (G) torn your world (A7) apart |
| So (D) mama please forgive me |
| Though (Em) I drove you near insane |
| I (A7) never killed nobody |
| I (G) never rob (A7) bed that (D) train |
| We found him in the springtime, At the (Em) table where he died |
| (A7)Tears had stained the letter, When (G) he bowed his head and (D) cried |
| We all just bawled like babies, As we (Em) read it one by one |
| And (A7) thought about our own mamas, All (G) the things (A7) we'd left (D) undone |
| Chorus: |
| Tag: (spoken) |
| (D) Then we rolled him in his blanket |
| And as (Em) the boy's all gathered around |
| (A7) I read his letter one more time |
| Then (G) we lowered him into the (D) ground (D7) Repeat chorus; |

| 4/4 (Words and music by Marty Robbins) |
| (C) Nobody knew where he (Am) came from |
| (C) They only knew he came (Am) in |
| (C) Slowly he walked to the (Am) end of the bar |
| And he (Dm) ordered up one slug of (E7) gin |
| Well, I could (Am) see that he wasn't a (Dm) large man |
| I could (G) tell that he wasn't too (C) tall |
| I (E7) judged him to be (Am) 'bout five-foot three |
| And his (D) voice was a soft Texas (G) drawl. |
| Said he was needin' some wages |
| 'Fore he could ride for the west |
| Said he could do most all kind of work |
| Said he could ride with the best; |
| There in his blue eyes was a sadness |
| That comes from the need of a friend |
| And tho' he tried, he still couldn't hide |
| The loneliness there, deep within. |
| Said he would work thru the winter |
| For thirty a month and his board |
| I started to say where he might land a job |
| When a fellow came in thru the door |
| And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble |
| From the way that he came stompin' in |
| He told me to leave Shorty there by himself |
| Come down and wait on a man |
| The eyes of the little man narrowed |
| The smile disappeared from his face |
| Gone was the friendliness that I had seen |
| And a wild look of hate took its' place |
| But the big one continued to mock him |
| And he told me that I'd better go |
| Find him a couple of glasses of milk |
| Then maybe Shorty would grow |
| When the little man spoke, there was stillness |
| He made sure that everyone heard |
| Slowly he stepped away from the bar |
| And I still remember these words |
| Oh! it's plain that you're lookin' for trouble |
| Trouble's what I try to shun |
| If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get |
| 'Cause cowboy, we're both packin' guns |
| His hand was already positioned |
| Feet wide apart on the floor |
| I hadn't noticed but there on his hip |
| Was a short-barreled Bass Forty-Four |
| It was plain he was ready and waitin |
| He leaned a bit forward and said |
| When you call me Shorty, say Mister, my friend |
| Maybe you'd rather be dead |
| In the room was a terrible silence |
| As the big one stepped out on the floor |
| All drinkin' stopped and the tick of the clock |
| Said death would wait ten seconds more |
| He cussed once or twice in a whisper |
| And he said with a snarl on his lips |
| Nobody's Mister to me little man |
| And he grabbed for the gun on his hips |
| But the little man's hands was like lightning |
| The Bass Forty-Four was the same |
| The Forty-Four spoke and it sent lead and smoke |
| And seventeen inches of flame |
| For the big one had never cleared leather |
| Beaten before he could start |
| A little round hole had appeared on his shirt |
| The bullet went clear thru his heart |
| The little man stood there a moment |
| Then holstered the Bass Forty-Four |
| It's always this way so I never stay |
| Slowly he walked out the door |
| Nobody knew where he came from |
| They won't forget he came by |
| They won't forget how a Forty-Four gun |
| One night made the difference in size |
| (C) As for me, I'll remember the (Am) sadness |
| (C) Shown in the eyes of the (Am) man |
| (C) If we meet someday, you can (Am) bet I would say |
| That it's (D) me, Mister (D7) Shorty, |
| Your (G) frien-(F) ien-(G)d |

| D | Em | |
| This old highway's getting lon | ger |
| A7 | G | D | |
| Seems there a | in't no end in | sight |
| To sleep would be best |
| Em | |
| But I just | can't afford to rest |
| A7 | G | D | |
| I gotta ride in Den | ver tomorrow | night |
| I called the house, but no one (Em)answered |
| (A7)For the last two (G)weeks no one's been (D)home |
| I guess she's through with me |
| To tell the (Em)truth, I just can't see |
| What's (A7)kept a woman hol(G)ding on this (D)long |
| (CHORUS) |
| And the (G)white line's getting longer |
| And my (D)saddle's getting (Em)cold |
| Now I'm (G)much too young to (A7)feel this damn (D)old |
| All my (G)cards are on the table with no (D)ace left in the |
| (Em)hole |
| Now I'm (G)much too young to (A7)feel this damn (D)old |
| The (D)competition's getting (Em)younger |
| Tougher (A7)broncs, you (G)know I can't (D)recall |
| A worn out tape of Chris LeDoux |
| Lonely (Em)women and bad booze |
| Seem to be(A7) the only (G)friends I've left at(D) all |
| (CHORUS) |

| Am | |
| Come all ye brave cow punchers, wherever you may (C) be |
| My tale is of the ninties, when the west was wild and (Am)free |
| South (F)Texas Brewster county,an(C)early work was a goin(Am)on |
| Three (F) thousand head of cattle,thrown (G) together in the |
| (Am) dawn---------------------------------------------------- |
| Now the biggest outfits of that time was Wentworth and(C)Dubois |
| There rep was a man named Gilliland sent to represent their (Am) loss |
| A (F) man of pride and arrogance, he (C) was oft described that (Am)way |
| And (F) he set the wheels in motion for the (G) horrors of that (Am) day------------------------------------------------------- |
| Now on that day a yearling bull was claimed by Henry (C)Poe |
| And the roundup boss agreed, said with Henry he should (Am) go |
| Finally (F) Gilliland loped over and said (C) produce the mama (Am) cow |
| Or (F) you'll play hell a takin him and we'll (G) settle it here and (Am) now-------------------------------------------- |
| When Henry Poe and Gilliland met in the center of the (C) herd |
| Tragedy was near at hand though no one could hear their (Am)words |
| But (F) when the dust had settled on that (C) january (Am) day |
| Henry (F) Poe was found gunned down (G) Gilliland rode hard (Am) away----------------------------------------------------- |
| So the boy's dragged out the yearling bull, branded murder on his (C) hide |
| And January twenty on the mavericks other (Am) side |
| Then (F) they turned him loose to wonder like some (C) phantom of the (Am) plains |
| In (F) Texas on the full of the moon his (G)legend still |
| (Am)remains---------------------------------------------------- |
| (This last verse is slowed down) |
| Out on the lonesome ranges, in the silent mists of (C) dawn |
| The ghost steer comes a gliddin, then suddenly he's (Am) gone |
| Still (F) searchin for the cowboys that placed a (C) curse upon his (Am) hide |
| Doomed (F) to roam eternity, murder (G) branded on his (Am) side |

| Written By: Ian Tyson/Tom Russell |
| (Capo 2nd Fret) |
| G | Em | C | D | |
| Intro: |
| Well its (G)two eggs up on whiskey toast, And (Am)home fries on the side, Wash it down with the road house (Am7)coffee, (D)Burns up your insides, Just a (G)Canyon-Colorado Diner, And a (Am)waitress I did love, I (C)sat in the back neath an old stuffed bear (D)n(stop) And a worn out Navajo rug |
| Well Old (G)Jack, the boss, he left at six And its (Am)Katie bar the door She'd pull down that Navajo (Am7)rug, And she'd (D)spread it across the floor |
| Hey, I saw (G)lightning cross the sacred mountains, Saw (Am)woven turtle doves, while lyin (C) next to Katie, On (D)that old Navajo rug-----------(Chorus;)------------ |
| Aye, Aye, (G)Aye, (Em)Katie, (C) Shades of red and (D)blue |
| Aye, Aye, (G)Aye, (Em)Katie (C)Whatever became of the Navajo rug and (G)you (Em)Katie, (C)shades of red and (D)blue-------- |
| Well I saw old Jack about a year ago,He said the place burned to the ground, And all I saved was this old bear tooth |
| And Katie, she's left town, Oh but Katie, she got her souvenir too, Jack spat a tobacco plug |
| Well you should have seen her a-coming through the smoke |
| Draggin that Navajo rug---------(Repeat Chorus;)------------- |
| So every time I cross the sacred mountains, And lightning breaks above, It always takes me back in time, To my long lost Katie love, But everything keeps on a-moving, Yeah, everybody's on the go, You don't find things that last anymore |
| Like an old woven Navajo (Repeat Chorus twice and fade) |

| Written by Michael Burton |
| C | |
| One night while I was out (F)ridin' |
| The (C)graveyard shift, midnight 'til (G)dawn |
| The (F)moon was bright as a (C)readin' light |
| For a (G)letter from an old friend back (C)home |
| And he asked me (F)Why do you (G)ride for your (C)money |
| Tell me (F)why do you (G)rope for short (C)pay |
| You ain't (F)gettin' no(G)where and you're (C)losin' your |
| (Dm)share...(Am).....(F).... |
| Boy, they (G)must all be crazy out (C)there |
| He said last night I ran onto Jenny, |
| She's married and she has a good life |
| Boy, you sure missed the track when you never came back |
| She's the perfect professional's wife |
| And she asked me why does he ride for his money |
| And tell me why does he rope for short pay |
| He ain't gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share |
| Boy, he must've gone crazy out there |
| Ah, but they've never seen the Northen Lights, |
| they've never seen a hawk on the wing |
| They never spent spring on the Great Divide |
| And they've never heard ole' camp cookie sing |
| Well, I read up the last of my letter, |
| And I tore off the stamp for black Jim |
| When Billy rode out to relieve me, |
| He just looked at my letter and grinned |
| He said now why do they ride for their money, |
| Oh tell me why do they ride for short pay |
| They ain't gettin' nowhere and they're losin' their share |
| Boy, they must've gone crazy out there |
| Lord, they must all be crazy out there |

| D | |
| Many months have come and gone |
| G | E | |
| Since I | wandered from my | home |
| A | D | A | |
| In those | Oklahoma Hills where I was | born |
| D | |
| Many a | page of life has turned |
| G | E | |
| Many a | lesson I have | learned |
| A | D | |
| Yet I | feel like in those hills I still be- | long. |
| CHORUS |
| D | |
| 'Way down yonder in the Indian nation |
| G | E | |
| I | rode my pony on the reser- | vation |
| A | D | A | |
| In the | Oklahoma Hills where I was | born |
| D | |
| A- | Way down yonder in the Indian nation |
| G | E | |
| A | cowboy's life is my occu- | pation |
| A | D | |
| In the | Oklahoma Hills where I | born. |
| But as I sit here today |
| Many miles I am away |
| From the place I rode my pony through the draw |
| Where the Oak and Blackjack trees |
| Kiss the playful prairie breeze |
| In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born. |
| CHORUS |
| As I turn life a page |
| To the land of the great Osage |
| To those Oklahoma Hills where I was born |
| Where the black oil rolls and flows |
| And the snow-white cotton grows |
| In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born. |
| CHORUS |

| 3/4(Written by Gary McMahon) |
| C | |
| Now the old Double Diamond, lay (Am) out east of Duboise |
| In the land (F) ........ of the (G) buffalo |
| And the (C) auctioneers gavel, how it rapped and it (Am) rattled |
| As I watched the old (F) Double Diamond (G) go |
| Won't you (C) listen to the (Am) wind |
| Mother natures (F) Vio (G) lin------------------------------ |
| When (C) I first hired on, to (Am) the old Double Diamond |
| I was a damn poor (F) excuse for a (G) man |
| Never (C) learned how to aim, when (Am) the spirit was tame |
| Couldn't see all (F) the cards in my (G) hand |
| And the (C) wind whipped the granite (Am) above me |
| Blew the tumble weeds (F) clean through my (G) soul---------- |
| Well (C) I've fought her winters and I've (Am) busted her horses |
| And I took more (F) than I thought I could (G) stand |
| But (C) the battles with the mountains and (Am) cattle |
| Seem to bring out (F) the best in a (G) man------------------- |
| I guess (C) a sailor, he needs an (Am) ocean |
| And a mama (F) her babies to (G) hold |
| But (C) I need the hills of (Am) Wyoming |
| In the land (F) ......... of the (G) buffalo------------------- |
| Now (C) shes sellin out, and (Am) I'm movin on |
| But I'm leavin (F) with more than I (G) came |
| Cause (C) I've got my saddle and it ain't for (Am) sale |
| And I've got this (F) song to (G) sing------------------------- |
| Got (C) to find new range to ride and (Am) new knots to tie |
| In a country (F) where cowboys are (G) king |
| I turn (C) my tail to the wind, and the (Am) old Double Diamond |
| Dis(F)appears in to the (G)sage.......(C) |

| Words and music by Marty Robbins |
| D | |
| (moderate 3/4) |
| V1: (D) Old Red was one of the (G) orn'-ry-est yet |
| I've (D) seen at the big rode-(A7) o |
| He'd (D) bite you and kick you and (G) stomp out your life |
| (A7) Old Red had never been (D) rode |
| V2: (D) Meaner than sin - (G) wild as the wind |
| That (D) blew off the Montana (A7) plains |
| (D) Old Red was one of the (G) last of his breed |
| Was-(A7) n't about to be (D) tamed |
| V3: (G) From Idaho - a (D) young cowboy came |
| To (A7) ride in the big rode-(D) o |
| The young cowboy's (G) name was (D) Billy McLane |
| And (A7) Billy had never been (D) throwed |
| V4: (D) The greatest de-(G) sire filled (D) young Billy's heart |
| To (A7) ride this old outlaw called (D) Red |
| He drew him one (G) day and I (D) heard Billy say |
| 'I'll (A7) ride 'im or drop over (D) dead' |
| V5: (D) Old Red was (G) wicked down (D) there in the chute |
| He was (A7) kickin' and stompin' a-(D) bout |
| Billy climbed (G) into the (D) saddle with ease |
| Then (A7) yelled: 'Turn 'im loose - let us (D) out' |
| V6: (G) Old Red came out with his (D) head on the ground |
| His (A7) hind hooves were touchin' his (D) nose |
| Tryin' to get (G) rid of the (D) man on his back |
| But the (A7) man went wherever he'd (D) go |
| V7: Billy was rakin' Old Red with his spurs |
| >From his tail - to the tip of his chin |
| He was doin' right well - but Billy could tell |
| This outlaw would never give in |
| V8: Old Red was runnin' straight for the fence |
| Suddenly he stopped and then |
| He reared on his hind legs and fell on his back |
| Takin' poor Billy with him |
| V9: There was a hush in the crowd and they knew |
| This would be Billy's last ride |
| The saddle horn crushed Billy's chest when they fell |
| And under Old Red Billy died |
| V10: Old Red lay still - no more would he move |
| The cowboys that seen it - could tell |
| In tryin' to throw Billy off of his back |
| Old Red broke his neck when he fell |
| V11: Out in the west - is the place where they rest |
| This cowboy that never was throwed |
| And one foot away - resting there 'neath the clay |
| Is the - outlaw -- that -- never --- was --- rode |

| 3/4 |
| (G)Theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse |
| Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides |
| One empty place at the (G) table |
| The remuda is five horses (D) shy |
| (G) We turned his string out to pasture |
| He'll never ride em (G7) no (C) more |
| We buried him out on the hillside (G) last sunday |
| Another (D) good cowboys gone (G) home |
| (G) He came on a train to west Texas |
| >From a farm back in (G7) east (C) Tennessee |
| All he wanted outa life was to (G) cowboy |
| He came west to full fill his (D) dream |
| (G) He got his first job on the sixes |
| That was forty some (G7) odd years (C) ago |
| He was the best we ever saw with the (G) bad ones |
| One hell of a hand with a (D) rope |
| (G) I saw him just one time in service |
| It was the day that the boss (G7) lady (C) died |
| You could tell by the way, he handled (G) people and horses |
| He'd made his own deal with his (D) god |
| (G) Now theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse |
| Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides |
| One empty place at the (G) table |
| The (D) remuda is five horses (G) shy |
| (G) He hated to fence and dig post holes |
| He would if he's ask (G7) to of (C) course |
| Then he'd swear how theres nothin in life (G) thats worth doin |
| If it can't be done from a (D) horse |
| (G) He taught me how to top out the bad ones |
| How to tell a good horse (G7) from his (C) eye |
| How to watch on the roundup when a (G) cows on the prod |
| Shes hidin her baby (D) nearby |
| (G) Well we ain't changed a thing in the bunkhouse |
| We ain't ready to admit (G7) that hes (C) gone |
| His hot roll still lays across the (G) foot of his bed |
| His leggins still hang on the (D) wall |
| (G) But theres one empty cot in the bunkhouse |
| Theres a saddle that (G7) nobody (C) rides |
| One empty place at the (G) table |
| The (D) remuda is five horses (G) shy |

| C | |
| I left my home some long ago I (F) rambled near and (C) far |
| I (G)traded my old boots & spurs for a(F) Cry and (G) moan (C) guitar |
| And what I lost along the way The (F) good lord only (C) knows |
| But (G) I ain't sold my saddle yet and while (F) I still got the (G) time to (C) go-------------------------------------- |
| I'm singin; (F) Donnie catch a (G) horse for me |
| You know the (F) one that I (G) never could (C) ride |
| And (F) Jake You snub him up (G) real close |
| I'm gona (F) give him (G) another (C) try |
| (F) Me and tom'll ride the (G) cedar breaks |
| And the (C) wild ones rope and (Am) tie |
| (F) Bonnie Gray if (G) your still free |
| Would you, (F) be a (G) cowboys (C) bride--------------------- |
| From the Big Horns to Dakota line,Where the Bel'fouche rive runs |
| I've rode a many a frozen mile,but I've had a lot of fun |
| I ran my first wild horses there Lord I've, never been the same |
| But I long to see the sun go down On the Thunder Basin range |
| A singin; (Chorus:As Above;)-------------------------------- |
| I've got a gal who's true to me She's waited for so long |
| She wanted nothin more from life than a family and home |
| First thing in the mornin I'll ride out and see her pa |
| Then she and I are gona settle down, |
| At the head of a cottonwood draw------------------------------- |
| A singin; (F) Donnie catch a (G) horse for me |
| You know (F) the one that I never could (C) ride |
| (F) Jake you snub him up (G) real close |
| I'm (F) gona give him (G) another (C) try |
| (F) Powder River Tom let (G) her buck |
| The Missouri's (C) deep and (Am) wide |
| (F) Bonnie Gray if (G) your still free |
| Would you, (F) be a (G) cowboys (C) bride |

| INTRO C F C F C F C |
| (C)Living on the road my friend, (G)was gonna keep us free and clean |
| (F)Now you wear your skin like iron, |
| (C)Your breath as hard as (G)kerosene |
| (F)You weren't your mama's only boy, (C)but her favorite one it(F) seems(Am) |
| She began to cry when you (F)said good-(G)bye, |
| (F)And sank into your (Am)dreams |
| (C)Pancho was a bandit boy, (G)rode a horse fast as polished steel |
| (F)He wore his gun outside his pants(C)For all the honest world to (G)feel |
| (F)Pancho met his match you know (C)on the deserts down in (F)Mexico(Am) |
| Nobody heard his (F)dying (G)words, ah (F)but that's the way it (Am)goes |
| (chorus;) |
| (F)All the Federales say (C)they could have had him any (F)day(Am) |
| They only let him (F)slip (G)away out of (F)kindness, I supp[(Am)ose |
| Lefty, he can't sing the blues all night long like he used to |
| The dust that Pancho bit down south ended up in Lefty's mouth |
| The day they laid poor Pancho low, Lefty split for Ohio |
| Where he got the bread to go, there ain't nobody knows |
| All the Federales say they could have had him any day |
| They only let him go so far, out of kindness I suppose |
| SOLO |
| Now the poets tell how Pancho fell, and Lefty's living in cheap hotels |
| The desert's quiet, & Cleveland's cold, And so the story ends we're told |
| Now Pancho needs your prayers it's true, but save a few for Lefty too |
| He only did what he had to do, and now he's growing old |
| All the Federales say they could have had him any day |
| They only let him slip away out of kindness, I suppose |
| A few ol'gray Federales say they could have had him any day |
| They only let him go so long out of kindness, I suppose |

| C) When shadows creep (F) across the hill |
| And (C) Purple streaks the (G) sky |
| When (C) cattle (G) bunch up (F) closer (G) for the (C) night |
| Thats when you'll hear a (F) whiperwhill |
| Start (C) singing sweet and (G) high |
| Thats (C) when you'll (G) hear the (F) pararie (G) lull (C) aby |
| The breezes play (F) the branches sway |
| (C) Somewhere a coyote (G) cries |
| (C) I.........(G) E..............Oh (F) lo......... (C) dee |
| Its a (F ) pararie (G) lull (C) aby |
| And later on the (F) sun is gone |
| The (C) campfire fights the (G) dark |
| And (C) a million (G) stars are (F) twinkling (G) in the (C) sky |
| Thats when you'll see a (F) cowboy reach |
| For (C) his old mouth (G) harp |
| Thats (C) when you'll (G) hear the (F) pararie (G) lull (C) aby |
| The breezes play (F) the branches sway |
| (C) Somewhere a coyote (G) cries |
| (C) I.........(G) E.........Oh (F) lo.........(C) dee |
| Its a (F) pararie (G) lull (C) aby |
| (C) I.........(G) E.........Oh (F) lo.........(C) dee |
| Its a (F) pararie (G) lull (C) aby |

| Written by: Thomas A. Dorsey/Dave Price |
| (I added this Dave Price poem, you just talk your way thru it) |
| G | |
| A man stood before heavens gate,(G7) (C) his face was scared and old |
| (D) He stood before the man of fate,for admission into the(G)fold |
| Well I'm tired and so weary, (G7) but I (C) must go (G)alone |
| Till the Lord comes and calls, calls me (D) away, oh (A7)yes(D) |
| Well the (G)morning's so bright,(G7)and the (C)lamp is (G)a-lite |
| And the night, night is as (D)black as the (G)sea, (C)oh (G)yeah |
| What have you done saint Peter ask, (G7)(C)to gain addmission here |
| (D) Well I've been a cowboy sir, he said, for many many (G)a year |
| Well the (G)bear will be gentle, (G7)and the (C)wolves will be (G)tame |
| And the lion shall lay down by the (D)lamb, (A7)oh (D)yes |
| And (G)the beasts from the wild, (G7)shall be (C)led by a (G)child |
| And I'll be saved, saved from this (D)creature that I (G)am, |
| (C)oh (G)yes |
| Well the pearly gates flew open wide,(G7)(C)st.Peter struck the |
| bell |
| (D)Come on in and choose your harp he said, you've had your share of (G) hell |
| And there will be (C) peace in the valley for (G) me some day |
| There will be peace in the valley for (D) me oh lord I pray |
| There'll be no (G) saddness, (G7)no sorrow, (C)no trouble I see....pause |
| There'll be (G) peace, peace in the (D) valley for (G)me |

| (G) I hired on with col. Slaughter, driving (C) steers to Abi (G) lene |
| Green and wet behind the ears, a kid of seven (D) teen |
| Though (G) I was raised in Texas, I was (C) not a seasoned (G) hand |
| So I got the job of hoodilum, the (D) coosies right hand (G) man |
| (G) On the llano estecada, all you (C) see is endless (G) plains |
| You dread the sound of thunder, theres no shelter from the (D) rain |
| Now (G) the coosie did a strange thing, when the (C) evening meal was (G) |
| done |
| He'd wait until the stars come out, then (D) move the wagon (G) tongue |
| (G) He said there ain't no landmarks on these (C) wide and rollin (G) plains |
| There ain't no trees or mountains, so each day it looks the (D) same |
| But you'll (G) never lose direction and you'll (C) know just where you are |
| If you'll (G) always point the wagon tongue, (D) toward that ol' north (G) |
| star |
| (G) Out along the Cimarron, one (C) cold and stormy (G) night |
| I watched the cattle stampede, through the lightnings eerie (D) light |
| Took (G) several days to round em up, (C) get em settled (G) down |
| And we followed in the wagon, through the (D) soft and muddy (G) ground |
| (G) As we pushed the herd across the plains, (C) we had no way to (G) know |
| That we had drifted way of course, towards New (D) Mexico |
| But the (G) night the stars came out, (C) his theory stood the (G) test |
| Abilene's up north of us, but (D) we were headed (G) west |
| (G) He said there ain't no landmarks on these (C) wide and rollin (G) plains |
| There aint no trees or mountains, so each day it looks the (D) same |
| But you'll (G) never lose direction and you'll (C) know just where you are |
| If you'll (G) always point the wagon tongue (D) toward that ol' north (G) |
| star |
| (G) My life has been a full one, my (C) hair is turnin (G) gray |
| And I've seen a lot of sunshine, but I've seen some cloudy (D) days |
| For a (G) while I wondered aimlessly and (C) I still wear the (G) scars |
| Of when I didn't point my wagon tongue, (D) toward that ol' north (G) star |
| (G) Cause life is like a grassy sea, (C) the trail ain't always (G) plain |
| One may lead to pleasure and another lead to (D) pain |
| But you'll (G) never lose direction and you'll (C) know just where you are |
| If you'll (G) always point your wagon tongue, (D) toward that ol' north (G) |
| star |
| Yes you'll never lose direction and you'll (C) know just where you are |
| If you'll (G) always point your wagon tongue, (D) toward that ol' north (G) star |

| (D)Rain had grounded (D7) all the planes |
| At the (G)airport in Louisville (D) Kentucky |
| So I bought me a railroad (D7)ticket |
| Had to (G) close a deal in New (D) Orleans |
| When a (G) hobo at the track |
| Said he's gona ride the rail to (G7) Ari(D) zona |
| I had to (Em) fight the (G) tears |
| That wailed up in (A7) me |
| Cause a (Em) ragged ol' (G) hobo |
| Is really better off than (D) me |
| He ain't nothin but a (G) hobo |
| But he's livin his hobo (D) dreams |
| (D) Got a new car and a (D7) house |
| And a good ol (G) job in the suburbs of St. (D) Louie |
| And the woman in the (D7) gateway |
| To the (G) west has made me everything I (D) am |
| But (G) this three piece suit is gettin tight |
| The walls are closin in down at (G7) the (D) office |
| Lord I've (Em) been to (G) cautious |
| With all my best laid (A7)plans |
| Cause a (Em) ragged ol (G) hobo |
| Is really better off than (D) me |
| He ain't nothin but a (G) hobo |
| But he's livin his hobo (D) dreams |
| (D) He said son you ought (D7) to come along |
| And (G) watch the eagles fly in (D) Arizona |
| You'll never see an (D7) eagle fly |
| With (G) neon light reflecting off (D) wings |
| As he (G) climbed into the box car |
| His words echoed back like crashin (G7) thun (D) der |
| Lord if (Em) I was (G) younger |
| I'd ride me a different (A7) train |
| Cause a (Em) ragged ol (G) hobo |
| Is really better off than (D) me |
| He ain't nothin but a (G) hobo |
| But he's livin his hobo (D) dreams |
| He ain't nothin but a (G) hobo |
| But he's livin his hobo (D) dreams |

| Am | C | |
| Rollin', rollin',rollin tho the streams are swol | len |
| Am | C | |
| Keep | them do'gies rollin, raw.... | hide.... |
| Am | |
| Through | rain and wind and weather, |
| G | Am | |
| Its | hell bent for lea | ther |
| G | F | E | |
| Wish | in' my gal was | by my | side.... |
| Am | |
| All | the things I've been missin', |
| G | Am | |
| Good | vittles,love and | kissin', |
| G | Am | |
| Are waitin' at the | end of my | ride.... |
| E | |
| Move 'em on, head 'em up, head 'em up, move em ' | on, |
| Am | E | |
| Move 'em on, | head 'em up, raw | hide |
| Am | |
| Cut | 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in cut 'em out |
| E | F | E | Am | |
| Cut 'em | out, ride 'em in..., | raw....hide.... |
| Keep a movin', movin', movin', tho they're disaprovin', |
| Keep them do'gies movin', rawhide..... |
| Don't try to understand em', just rope, throw and brand em', |
| Soon we'll be livin high and wide.... |
| My hearts calculatin', my true love will be waitin', |
| Be waitin' at the end of my ride... |
| Chorus; |

| The (D)red-headed stranger from Blue Rock, Montana |
| Rode into town one (A7)day |
| (D)Under his knees was a (G)raging black (D)stallion |
| (E7)walkin' behind was a (A7)bay |
| The (D)red-headed stranger had eyes like thunder |
| And lips that were sad and (A7)tight |
| For his (D)little lost love lay as(G)leep on the (D)hillside |
| And his (A7)heart was heavy as (D)night |
| (Chorus;) |
| So don't (G)cross him, don't boss him |
| He's (D)wild in his sorrow |
| He's ridin' and he's hidin' his (A7)pain |
| Don't (G)fight him, don't spite him |
| Just (D)wait 'til tomorrow |
| (A7)Maybe he'll ride on ag(D)ain |
| A yellow-haired lady leaned out of her window |
| And watched as he passed her way |
| And she drew back in fear at the sight of the stallion |
| But cast greedy eyes on the bay |
| But how could she know that the dancin' bay pony |
| Meant more to him than life |
| For this was the horse that his little lost darlin' |
| Had ridden when she was his wife |
| (Chorus;) |
| The yellow-haired lady went down to the tavern |
| And looked up the stranger there |
| He bought her a drink, and he gave her some money |
| But he just didn't seem to care |
| She followed him out as he saddled his stallion |
| And laughed as she grabbed at the bay |
| He shot her so quick, they had no time to warn her |
| She never heard anyone say |
| (Chorus;) |
| The yellow-haired lady was buried at sunset |
| The stranger went free, of course |
| For you can't hang a man for killin' a woman |
| Who's tryin' to steal your horse |
| Now this is the tale of the red-headed stranger |
| And if he should pass your way |
| Stay out of the path of the raging black stallion |
| And don't lay a hand on the bay |
| (Chorus;) |

| G | |
| On the wagon last october was a (C) kid of seven (G) teen |
| A city kid from Dallas, wet behind the ears and (D) green |
| He (G) stepped out of the pages of a (C) western cata (G) log |
| and not the kind you'd pick to ride the (D) rivers and the (G) boggs |
| (C) The boss had throwed this kid and me together for the drive |
| (G) We took the outside circle, I was mad and full of (D) fight |
| (C) For it ain't no place for tender feet, cause where we had to go |
| (G) Up in the hills and badlands where the twisted cedars (D) grow |
| The (G) kid had drawed a snaky bronc, plum (C) full of dirty (G) tricks |
| And I'll give the kid his credit boys he stayed and took his (D) licks |
| Cause (G) everytime he got throwed off, (C) he'd step back on (G) again |
| And we wondered how much practicin this city (D) boy could (G) stand |
| (C) At the head of an arroyo where the tamarac grow tall |
| (G) I sent the kid a driftin north, to ride out Deadmans (D) draw |
| (C) The country's pretty open and the draw ain't very deep |
| (G) So I took Blanco canyon, where the bluffs are high and (D) steep |
| It was (G) misty in the canyon, (G7) the light was sorta dim |
| (C) Thru the mist I saw a ghostly rider on the rim |
| (D) He waved his hat and motioned to go back the way I come |
| (C) And when the mist had cleared away the ghostly form was (G) gone |
| (G) I turned my horse around, headed (C) back to Deadmans (G) draw |
| I knowed the kids in trouble I could feel it in my (D) crawl |
| From (G) the trail of broken cedars and the (C) deep tracks in the (G) sand, The gray was usin all his tricks the (D) kid had made a (G) hand |
| (C) But up beneath a cutbank where the trail is slick and steep |
| (G) The gray lay thrashin on his side the kid lay (D) underneath |
| (C) His foot run thru the stirrup, holdin to the horses head |
| (G) He knew that if the gray got up he'd soon be drug to (D) death |
| The (G) kid was tired and gettin weak, the (C) horse was gainin (G) ground |
| I slipped my gutline round his neck, the kid got turned (D) around |
| So's (G) he was in the saddle when the (C) horse got to his (G) feet |
| Then we rode out together but we (D) didn't hardly (G) speak |
| (C) A dozen times I've ridden out along the canyon rim |
| (G) There ain't no tracks and I ain't seen that ghostly form (D) again |
| (C) And I don't really care if you believe a word I say |
| (G) A cowboy guardian angel helped me save the kid that (D) day |
| It was (G) misty in the canyon, (G7) the light was kinda dim |
| (C) Thru the mist I saw a ghostly rider on the rim |
| (D) If I live to be a hundred I will not forget the day |
| (C) A cowboy guardian angel taught two punchers how to (G)pray.....(Slowing) How to pray.... How to (D) pray.... (G) |

| (D) Some folks like the city |
| Grass thats (Em)curried smooth and green |
| Theaters (A7) and stranglin collars |
| Wagons run by gas (D) olene |
| But for me its hawse and saddle |
| Everyday (Em) without a change |
| And the (A7) dessert sun a blazin |
| On a hundred miles of (D) range |
| Just a (G) ridin, a (A7) ridin |
| Dessert (D) riplin in the (Em) sun..... |
| Mountains (G) blue along the (Em)skyline |
| I don't (A7) envey anyone when I'm (D) riden |
| When my feet is in my stirrups |
| And my (Em) hawse is on the bust |
| With his (A7) hooves a flashin lightnin |
| In a cloud of golden (D) dust |
| And the bawl-in of the cattle |
| Is a (Em) com-in down the wind |
| Then a (A7) finer life than riden |
| Would be mighty hard to (D) find |
| Just a (G) ridin, a (A7) ridin |
| Spittin (D) long cracks thru the (Em) air..... |
| Stirrin (G) up a baby (Em) cyclone |
| Rippin (A7) up the prickly pear when I'm (D) ridin |
| I don't need no art exhibits |
| When the (Em) sunset does her best |
| Painting (A7) ever-lasting glory |
| On the moun-tains to the (D) west |
| And your opry sounds so foolish |
| When the (Em) night-bird starts his tune |
| And the (A7) desserts silver mounted |
| By the touches of the (D) moon |
| Just a (G) ridin, a (A7) ridin |
| Who (D) can envy kings and (Em) czars..... |
| When (G) the coyotes down (Em) the valley |
| Are a (A7) singin to the stars when i'm (D) ridin |
| When my last long trail is ended |
| And my (Em) final bacons curled |
| And the (A7) last great roundups finished |
| At the home ranch of the (D) world |
| I don't want no harps nor halos |
| Robes nor (Em) other dressed up things |
| Just let (A7) me ride the starry ranges |
| On a spotted horse with (D) wings |
| Just a (G) ridin, a (A7) ridin |
| Nothin (D) I'd like half so (Em) well..... |
| As a (G) roundin up the (Em) sinners |
| That have (A7) wondered out of hell and a (D) ridin, |
| Just a ridin |

| G | B7 | |
| When | evening chores are | over |
| C | G | |
| at our | ranch house on the | plain |
| A7 | D | D7 | |
| And | all I've got to | do is lay a | round |
| G | B7 | |
| I | saddle up my | pony |
| C | G | |
| and | ride off down the | trail |
| A | A7 | D | D7 | G | |
| To | watch the | desert | sun | go d | own |
| G | B7 | C | G | |
| Ridin' down the | canyon to | watch the sun go | down |
| A | A7 | D | D7 | G | |
| A | picture | that no | artist | e'er could | paint |
| G7 | B7 | C | G | |
| White faced cattle | lowin' | on the | mountain side |
| A | A7 | D | D7 | |
| Hear a coyote | whinin' for | it's | mate |
| G7 | C | D | G | |
| Cactus plants are | bloomin', | sagebrush every | where |
| A | A7 | D | D7 | |
| Granite spires are | standin' a | ll aro | und |
| G | B7 | |
| I | tell you folks it's | heaven |
| C | G | |
| To be | ridin' down the | trail |
| A | A7 | D | D7 | G | |
| When the | desert | sun | goes | down |

| (By Mark David Manders and Neuvo Tejas) |
| C | |
| 3/4 |
| (C)Called last night from Santa (Dm)Fe |
| (G)Said there's been a change in (C)plans |
| I'll do my best to ex(Dm)plain |
| (G)And I sure hope you'll unders(C)tand |
| I got the money that you wired, |
| And I know that I should leave |
| But there's a show in Angel Fire, |
| And I've already paid my fees |
| (chorus) |
| And I'm (F)old (G)enough to know (C)better |
| But I (F)just can't seem to (G)turn and walk (C)away |
| So I keep (F)laying it on the (G)line, (C)one ride at a (Am)time |
| (F)Hopin' that the (G)next one'll (C)pay |
| Remember Sam from Jackson Hole, |
| He turned out his bull last night |
| He said I guess I'm to damned old, |
| I've lost the nerve to ride |
| He said there's things that you can't change, |
| No matter how you try |
| And there's nothing worse than the pain, |
| When you watch an old dream die |
| (repeat chorus) |
| (tag chorus) |

| C | |
| 1. | (C) Even as she sleeps, (F) she feels his restless (C) turning |
| As he struggles with an old dream all night (G) long |
| And (C) when she awakes, (F) she turns to reassure (C) him |
| She whispers to a shadow and (G) finds him (C) gone |
| (Pause; and start on (F)) |
| (Chorus:) |
| Shes losing (F) him to the rodeo (C) wind |
| That blows through his (G) soul when the summer (C) begins |
| When the winter (C7) snow (F) falls, he'll come back (C) again (Am) |
| but his hearts always (G) driftin with the rodeo (C) wind |
| 2. Way down in the barn, (F) a single lamp is (C) burning |
| She faintly hears a radio play a sad old cowboy (G) song |
| She (C) watches as he works with (F) the riggin in his (C) saddle |
| A sudden chill runs through her in (G) the cold of the not quite (C) dawn (pause) |
| (Chorus:) |
| 3. One sure way to lose him, (F) is to try and make him (C) stay |
| He can't explain he don't even know (G) himself |
| But the (C) force that drew her to him has (F) just got to (C) break away |
| And the sound of the road and the rollin wheels is (G) the only thing that (C) helps |
| (Bridge:) |
| (F) Now it all makes sense, those signs she's been seeing all (C) along |
| (G) She feels like a fool, a woman ought to (C) know |
| (F) Just the other day, she saw him (C) sittin on the south fence |
| (G) Throwin stones at prarrie dogs and starin down the (C) road (pause) |
| (Chorus:) |

| 3/4 time (Written by: Alex Harvey and Tim Rouillier) |
| C | |
| Up be(G7)fore the (C)sunrise, |
| Its a (F)roc-ky (G7)road back (C)home |
| The (F)dust won't (G7)be near (C)settled |
| As where we just come (G7)from |
| I'll (C)keep my (G7 promise to (C)you |
| Just (F)like I (G7)said I (C)would |
| And (F)lay you (G7)'neath the (C)pe-can trees |
| And hang your (G7)spurs for (C)good |
| chorus: |
| Say (Am)goodbye to Mont(F)ana ........ |
| Where the (C)northers al(G7)ways (F)blow....o(C)....(G7)o |
| The (C)paint brush (F)will be (C)blummin' |
| By the time (G7)I get you(C) home |
| 2. |
| We drove a herd from texas, To the big montana sky |
| I swear sometimes I wondered, If we make it here alive |
| I wish i could of told you, That you were my best friend |
| I guess you always knew that, But we were both to tough to bend |
| Chorus: same as above |
| Bridge: |
| All (F)honor to the cow(C)boy, Your (G7)praises (C)they will (F)sing |
| Cause you never sold your (C)saddle, And thats the most (G7)important (C)thing |
| Final chorus: |
| Ad..ios .. montana.. Where the northers always blow.....o.....o |
| The paint brush will be blummin', By the time I get you home |

| Words and music by Eddie Setser and Troy Seals |
| A |
| (A)He looked down into her blue eyes, and said |
| (E7)'Say a prayer for me,' She Threw her arms around him, whispered, 'God will keep us free' |
| (A)They could hear the riders comin', He said |
| 'This is (A7)my last (D)fight...If they |
| Take me back to (A)Texas, they won't |
| (E7)Take me back a-(A)live |
| CHORUS A: |
| There were seven Spanish angels, at the altar of the (E7)sun |
| They were prayin' for the lovers, in the valley of the (A)gun |
| When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared, |
| there was (A7)thunder from the (D)throne, |
| And seven spanish (A)angels, took a-(E7)nother |
| angel (A)home |
| VERSE 2: |
| She reached down and picked the gun up, |
| that lay smokin in his hand |
| She said, 'Father please forgive me; |
| I can't make it without my man' |
| And she knew the gun was empty, |
| And she knew she couldn't win, |
| But her final prayer was answered |
| When the rifles fired again |
| There were seven Spanish angels, at the altar of the sun |
| They were prayin' for the lovers, in the valley of the gun |
| When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared, there was thunder from the throne, |
| And seven spanish angels, took another angel home; |
| Repeat Chorus; |

| C | |
| Oh Shenandoah I long (C7) to (F) hear (C) you |
| Far away (Dm7) you rollin (C) river |
| Oh (Am) shenandoah I (Em) long to (Dm) see (Am) you |
| (Dm) A (C) way, I'm bound (G) away |
| (C) Across the (Am) wide (G) Missiouri (C) |
| The Missiouri is a mighty river |
| Far away you rollin river |
| With indian camps along her borders |
| Away, I'm bound away |
| Across the wide Missiouri |
| Well a white man loved an indian maiden |
| Far away you rollin river |
| With notions his canoe was laiden |
| Away, I'm bound away |
| Across the wide Missiouri |
| Oh Shenandoah I love your daughter |
| Far away you rollin river |
| Was for her I crossed the water |
| Away, I'm bound away |
| Across the wide Missiouri |
| Well its fair the well I'm bound to leave you |
| Far away you rollin river |
| Oh Shenandoah I will not deceive you |
| Away, I'm bound away |
| Across the wide Missiouri |

| slow 3/4 |
| A | |
| Silent night, Holy Night, |
| E7 | A | |
| All is calm, | All is bright. |
| D | A | |
| Round yon virgin, | Mother and child. |
| D | A | |
| Holy Infant so | tender and mild, |
| E7 | A | |
| Sleep in heavenly | peace, |
| E7 | A | |
| Sleep in | Heavenly | peace. |
| A | |
| Silent night, Holy night |
| E7 | A | |
| Shepherds quake | at the sight. |
| D | A | |
| Glories stream from | Heaven afar, |
| D | A | |
| Heavenly hosts sing | alleluia. |
| E7 | A | |
| Christ the Savior is | born; |
| E7 | A | |
| Christ the | Savior is | born. |
| A | |
| Silent night, Holy night, |
| E7 | A | |
| Son of God | loves pure light, |
| D | A | |
| Radiant beams from thy | holy face, |
| D | A | |
| with the dawn of re | deeming grace, |
| E7 | A | |
| Jesus Lord at thy | birth, |
| E7 | A | |
| Jesus | Lord at thy | birth. |

| (Capo 3th fret) |
| (G)Spanish is the (C)lovin' tongue |
| (G)soft as springtime, (D7)light as spray |
| (G)There was a girl I (C)learned it from |
| (G)living down (D7)Sonora (G)way |
| Now I(G) don't look [(G7)much (C)like a (G)lover |
| Yet I say her (D7)love words over |
| (G)Late at night when I'm(C) all alone |
| (G)'Mi amor, mi (D7)cora(G)zon' |
| There were nights when I would ride |
| She would listen for my spurs |
| Fling that big door open wide |
| Raise those laughing eyes of hers |
| And how those hours would get to flyin' |
| Pretty soon, I'd hear her cryin' |
| 'Please don't leave me all alone |
| Mi amor, mi corazon' |
| Then one night I had to fly |
| I got into a foolish gamblin' fight |
| I had a swift goodbye |
| In that black unlucky night |
| And traveling north, her words kept ringing |
| And every word I could hear her singing |
| 'Please don't leave me all alone |
| Mi amor, mi corazon' |
| Well, I ain't never seen her since that night |
| I can't cross the line now |
| She was Mexican, and I was White |
| Like as not, it's better so |
| And yet I've always sort of missed her |
| Since that last wild night I kissed her |
| I left my heart, but I lost my own |
| 'Mi amor, mi corazon' |

| C | |
| Should've seen it in your (G)eyes |
| I could never read your (C)eyes' |
| So lost in love was (G) I |
| It always takes me by sur(C)prise |
| You were dreamin' of the (F)south land |
| How your love comes and goes |
| It's just like the (C)weather babe |
| Only heaven really (G)knows |
| Chorus: |
| Just like (Dm)springtime in Al(G)berta |
| Warm sunny days endless (C)skies of blue |
| Then without a (G)warning |
| Another winter storm comes (C)ragin' through |
| And the mercury's (F)fallin' |
| I'm left all a(Em)lone |
| (C)Springtime in Al(Dm)berta(G) |
| Chills me to the (C)bone |
| Verse 2: |
| I can see the storm clouds coming |
| Oh they're dark across the sky |
| The same look I've seen so many times |
| When I've looked into your eyes |
| So I'll turn up my old collar |
| Pull my hat way down low |
| Oh the wind's gettin' colder now |
| Droppin' down to near zero |
| Repeat Chorus: |
| (Am)Springtime in Al(Dm)berta(G) |
| Chills me to the bone |

| 3/4 (Written by Curley W. Fletcher around 1915) |
| D | |
| I was hangin' 'round town, just (A7) spendin' my time |
| Out of a job, not (D) earnin' a dime |
| A fellar steps (D7) up and he (G) said, 'I suppose - |
| (A7) You're a bronc rider from (D) looks of your clothes.' |
| 'You figures me right, I'm a (A7) good one.' I claim; |
| 'Do you happen to have any (D) bad ones to tame?' |
| He Says 'I got (D7) one, he's a (G) bad one to buck |
| At (A7) throwin' good riders, he's had lots of (D) luck' |
| I gets all het up and I ask what he pays |
| To ride this old nag for a couple of days |
| He offered me ten; I said, 'I'm your man, |
| A bronc never lived that I couldn't fan.' |
| He said: 'Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance' |
| In his buckboard we hops and he drives to the ranch |
| I stays 'til mornin' and right after chuck |
| I steps out to see if this outlaw can buck |
| Down in the horse corral standin' alone |
| Is an old Caballo, a Strawberry Roan |
| His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes |
| Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose |
| Little pin ears that touched at the tip |
| A big 44 brand was on his left hip |
| U-necked and oh with a long, lower jaw |
| I could see with one eye, he's a regular outlaw |
| I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure is a fright |
| Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight |
| Then I steps on 'im and I raises the blinds |
| Get outta the way boys, he's gonna unwind |
| He sure is a frog walker, he heaves a big sigh |
| He only likes wings, for to be on the fly |
| He turns his old belly right up to the sun |
| He sure is a sun-fishin', son-of-a-gun |
| He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range |
| He'll turn on a Nickel and give you some change |
| He hits on all fours and goes up on high |
| Leaves me a spinnin' up there in the sky |
| I turns over twice and I comes back to earth |
| I lights in to cusses the day of his birth |
| I knowd there are ponies that I cannot ride |
| There's some of them left, they haven't all died |
| I'll bet all my money, the man ain't alive |
| That'll stay with Old Strawberry |
| When he makes his high dive |

| 4/4 |
| C | |
| Pushin horns weren't easy, like (F) the movies say it (C) was |
| I don't remember dancehall girls, nor (G) hotel rooms for us |
| You (C) worked hot tired and nasty, rode (F) your ponies head to (C) low |
| And all them nights you (G) couldn't sleep, (F) cause it was to damn'd (C) |
| cold |
| And we sang, Strawberry (G) roan and little (C) Joe |
| (C) Like the time we hit the river and (F) the rain begun to (C) fall |
| The water risin so damn fast, we (G) thought it drowned us all |
| Now (C) we lost a lot of steers that day and (F) four or five good (C) mounts |
| But when all the boys rode (G) into camp, we (F) knew thats what (C) counts |
| And we sang, Whoopie ti yi (G) ya and Amazing (C) Grace |
| (C) For the night they broke behind us and (F) they took us by (C) surprise |
| I whistled out to Bonner, I saw (G) the terror in his eyes |
| And he (C) rode for all his horse would ride, (F) I know he done his (C) best |
| But he crossed over (G) Jordon, ridin (F) Dunnie to his (C) death |
| And we sang, bringin in the (G) sheathes and the Rugged (C) cross |
| (C) So when you see the cowboy, he's (F) not ragged by his (C) choice |
| He never meant to bow them legs, nor put (G) that gravel in his voice |
| He's just (C) chasin what he really loves, whats (F) burnin in his (C) soul |
| Wishin to hell (G) that he'd been born (F) a hundred years (C) ago |
| Still singin Strawberry (G) roan and little (C) Joe |
| Still singin (short pause) Strawberry (G)roan........ |
| and little (C) Joe |

| (C)As I walked (G7)out in the (C) streets of La (G7)redo |
| As (C)I walked (F) out in La (C) redo one (G7) day |
| I (C)spied a poor(G7) cowboy all (C) wrapped in white (G7)linen |
| All (Am) wrapped in white(Dm) linen as (G7) cold as the (C)clay |
| 2. I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy |
| These words he did say as I slowly walked by |
| Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story |
| I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die |
| 3. It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing |
| With no one as quick on the trigger as I |
| I sat in a card-game in back of a barroom |
| Got shot in the back and today I must die |
| 4. Get six of my buddies to carry my coffin |
| And six pretty maidens to sing me a song |
| Take me to the valley and lay the sod o er me |
| For I m a young cowboy who played the game wrong |
| 5. Oh beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly |
| And play the deaf march as they carry my pall |
| Put bunches of roses all over my coffin |
| The roses will deaden the clods as they fall |
| 6. So gather around you a crowd of young cowboys |
| And tell them the story of this my sad fate |
| Tell one and the other before they go further |
| To stop their wild roving before its too late |
| 7. Go fetch me a cup, just a cup of cold water |
| To cool my parched lips, the cowboy then said |
| Before I returned, his brave spirit had left him |
| And gone to his maker the cowboy was dead |

| 4/4 |
| (C) I wish that (Dm) summer |
| Could last for (C) ever |
| That cold winds (G) never |
| Would reach our (C) door |
| I wish old (Dm) pardners |
| Could ride for (C) ever |
| On summer (G) ranges |
| Forever (C) more |
| But snow must (F) fall........ |
| On summer (C) ranges |
| Old friends must (G) face |
| The bitter (C) wind |
| And someday (F) when |
| The season (C) changes (Am) |
| On summer (G) ranges |
| We'll ride (C) again |
| (Instrumental break) |
| (C) So may my (Dm) farewell |
| Al-ways warm (C) you |
| And let the sun (G) dance |
| In your (C) heart |
| May thoughts of (Dm) parting |
| Never harm (C) you |
| For true (G) pardner |
| Never (C) part |
| But snow must (F) fall...... |
| On summer (C) ranges |
| Old friends must (G) face |
| The bitter (C) wind |
| And someday (F) when |
| The season (C) changes (Am) |
| On summer (G) ranges |
| we'll ride (C) again |
| And someday (F) when |
| The season (C) changes (Am) |
| On summer (G) ranges |
| We'll ride (C) again |

| (A)Along about eighteen twenty (G)five, |
| I left Tennessee very much alive |
| (A)I never would of made it through the Arkansas mud |
| If I hadn't been a ridin' that (E)Tennessee (A)Stud |
| I had me some trouble with my sweetheart's Paw, |
| (G)One of her brothers was a bad outlaw |
| (A)I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud, |
| Then I rode away on the (E)Tennessee (A)Stud |
| Chorus:-------------------------------------- |
| The Tennessee Stud was (G)long and (A)lean, |
| (D)The color of the (C)sun and his (E7)eyes were (A)green |
| He had the nerve and he had the blood, |
| And there never was a hoss like the(E7) Tennessee (A)stud |
| We drifted on down in-ta no man's land, |
| We crossed that river called the Rio Grande |
| I raced my hoss with a Spaniard's foal, |
| 'Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold |
| Me and the gambler we couldn't agree, |
| We got in a fight over Tennessee, |
| We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud, |
| And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud |
| Chorus;-------------------------------------- |
| Well, I got about as lonesome as a man could be, |
| A dreamin' of my gal back in Tennessee |
| The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue, |
| 'Cause he was A dreamin' of a sweetheart too |
| We loped right back across Arkansas, |
| I whooped her brother and I whooped her Paw |
| When I found that girl with the golden hair, |
| She was a ridin' on a Tennessee Mare, Whoa Boy |
| Chorus;---------------------------------------- |
| Stirrup to stirrup and side by side, |
| We crossed them mountains and the valleys wide |
| When we came to big muddy, had to ford a flood, |
| On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud |
| A prety little baby on the cabin floor, |
| A little horse colt playin 'round the door |
| I love the girl with the golden hair, |
| And the Tennessee stud loves the Tennessee Mare Chorus; � tag |

| Capo 2nd |
| C | C7 | F | C | |
| There's a | blizard comming | on, how I'm | wishing I was | home, |
| G7 | |
| for my pony's lame, and he can't hardly | stand |
| C | C7 | F | C | |
| Listen | to that norther | sigh, if we | don't get home we'll | die |
| G | Am | |
| But it's | only seven miles to Mary | Ann's |
| G | C | |
| It's | only seven miles to Mary | Ann's |
| You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly supertime |
| and I'll bet there's hot bisquits in the pan |
| Lord my hands feel like there froze, and there's a numbness in my toes |
| But it's only five more miles to Mary Ann's |
| It's only five more miles to Mary Ann's |
| That wind's howling and it seems mighty like a woman's scream |
| And we'd best be moving faster if we can |
| Dan just think about that barn, with that hay so soft and warm |
| For it's only three more miles to Mary Ann's, |
| It's only three more miles to Mary Ann's |
| (Talk--chord in background) |
| Dan get up you ornery cuss, or you'll be the death of us |
| I'm so weary, but I'll help you if I can |
| Alright dan, perhaps it's best, that we stop a while and rest |
| For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's |
| It's still a hundred yards to Mary Ann's |
| (Talk--chord in background) |
| Late that night the storm was gone, they found him there at dawn |
| He'd-a-made it but he just couldn't leave old Dan |
| Yes they found him there on the plains, hands froze to the reins |
| He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann's |
| He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann's |

| (C) I came to town to (Am) search for gold |
| And I (C) brought with me a (G) memory |
| And seem (Am) to hear the night (C) wind cry |
| Go (Am) hang your dreams on (C) the hangin tree |
| Your (Am) dreams of love that could (C) never be |
| Hang your faded (G) dreams on (C) the hangin tree |
| I searched for gold and (Am) I found my gold |
| And I found (C) a girl who (G) loved just me |
| And I (Am) wish that I could love (C) her too |
| But I (Am) left my heart on (C) the hangin tree |
| I left (Am) my heart with (C) a memory |
| And a faded (G) dream on the (C) hangin tree |
| Now there were men who (Am) craved my gold |
| And meant (C) to take my (G) gold from me |
| When a (Am) man is gone he (C) needs no gold |
| So they (Am) carried me to (C) the hangin tree |
| To join (Am) my dreams and (C) a memory |
| Yes they carried (G) me to the (C) hangin tree |
| To really live you (Am) must almost die |
| And it happened (C) just that (G) way with me |
| They (Am) took my gold and (C) set me free |
| And (Am) I walked away from (C) the hangin tree |
| I (Am) walked away from (C) the hangin tree |
| And my own (G) true love, she (C) walked with me |
| Thats (F) when I knew that (G) the hangin tree |
| Was a (F) tree of life, new (C) life for me |
| A (F) tree of hope new (C) hope for me |
| A (F) tree of love new (C) love for me |
| The hangin tree, (F) the hangin tree, (C) the hangin tree |

| Am | Em | Am | Em | Am | |
| The | snows they melt the | soonest when the | wind | begins to | sing |
| Em | Am | D | |
| And the | corn it ripens fastest | when the | frosts are settling in |
| Am | Em | Am | D | Em | Dm | |
| And | when a woman | tells me | that my | face she'll | soon forget |
| Am | Dm | Am | Em | Am | |
| Be | fore we part I'll wage a | crown she's | fain to | follow it | yet |
| Am | Em | Am | Em | Am | |
| The | snows they melt the | soonest when the | wind | begins to | sing |
| Em | Am | D | |
| And the | swallow flies without a | thought as | long as it is spring |
| Am | Em | Am | D | Em | Dm | |
| But | when spring goes and | winter | blows, my | love, then | you'll be fain |
| Am | Dm | Am | Em | Am | |
| For | all your pride to follow | me a | cross the | raging | main |
| Am | Em | Am | Em | Am | |
| The | snows they melt the | soonest when the | wind | begins to | sing |
| Em | Am | D | |
| And the | bee that flew when summer | shone in | winter cannot sting |
| Am | Em | Am | D | Em | Dm | |
| And I've | seen a woman's | anger | melt be | tween the | night and morn |
| Am | Dm | Am | Em | Am | |
| So it's | surely not a harder | thing to | melt a | woman's | scorn |
| Am | Em | Am | Em | Am | |
| So | bid me not fare | well, you hear, | nor fare | well I'll re | ceive |
| Em | Am | D | |
| For | you will be with me, my | love, then you'll | kiss and take your leave |
| Am | Em | Am | D | Em | Dm | |
| And I'll | wait here till the | moorcock | calls and the | marten | takes the wing |
| Am | Dm | Am | Em | Am | |
| For the | snows they melt the soonest | when the | wind be | gins to | sing |
| NOTE: I've taken the above lyrics from Susan McKeown's “Lowlands” CD. The version that she sings on her album is in F#m, however I have transposed it to Am for ease of playing and singing (unless you're an alto or a bass/baritone, the key may be too low). If you wish to play it in F#m, the chords you'll need are: F#m, C#m, B, Bm. You can find alternate lyrics, as well as the original ones (which I've also included below), at: http://www.maidmusic.com/snows.html. |
| Enjoy! |
| -Caitlin |
| Original Lyrics |
| The Snow It Melts The Soonest |
| O, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing; |
| And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in; |
| And when a woman tells me that my face she'll soon forget, |
| Before we part, I wad a crown, she's fain to follow't yet. |
| The snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing; |
| And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring; |
| But when spring goes, and winter blows, my lass, an ye'll be fain, |
| For all your pride, to follow me, were't cross the stormy main. |
| O, the snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing; |
| The bee that flew when summer shined, in winter cannot sting;- |
| I've seen a woman's anger melt between the night and morn, |
| And it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn. |
| O, never say me farewell here -no farewell I'll receive, |
| For you shall set me to the stile, and kiss and take your leave; |
| But I'll stay here till the woodcock comes, and the martlet takes his wing, |
| Since the snow aye melts the soonest, lass, when the wind begins to sing. |
| Lyrics collected by Thomas Doubleday in 1821 from a street singer in Newcastle, England |

| (Written By: Ian Tyson & Pat Alger) |
| (CAPO 3rd Fret) |
| Verse 1. |
| C | |
| Theres this place were gonna ride, Up where the rimrock meets the (Am)night |
| (Dm)We'll go hand in hand, Ridin through the(Dm7)purple star (G)light, |
| And the coyote on the (C)wind, Sends his lonely lovers(Am)call, |
| We'll hold each other (Dm)close, In the (F)wonder of it (C)all |
| Verse 2. |
| The golden west has come and gone, Right before our very (Am)eyes |
| (Dm)But they will never count the stars, And they will(Dm7)never fence the (G)skies |
| All I know is I love (C)you, And I won't let you (Am)fall |
| We're rollin(Dm)down the Milky Way, Into the (F)wonder of it(C)all |
| Bridge: |
| Life gets harder every (Em)day |
| And (F)sometimes it seems the (C)dream almost dies |
| But love will find a (Em)way |
| It will (F)show us the way through (Dm)the canyons of the stars |
| And the (Dm7)endless midnight (G)skies |
| Verse 3. |
| Come on girl we're gonna (C)ride, Up where the rimrock meets the (Am)night |
| We'll (Dm)go hand in hand, Ridin through the (Dm7)purple star(G)light |
| And the coyote on the (C)wind, Sends his lonely lovers (Am)call |
| We'll hold(Dm) each other close, In the (F)wonder of it (C)all |
| We'll hold each other (Dm)close, In the won(Dm7)der of it (C)all....... (F) (G) (C) |

| (4/4 I like to use a capo on the 2nd fret.) |
| (C) I hear the rain a coming down |
| It makes me sad and (Am) blue |
| Was (C)on a rainy night like this |
| That (F) Flo said we were (C) through |
| I told her how I loved and |
| I begged her not to (Am) go |
| But (C)another man had stole her heart |
| So I (F) said goodbye to (C) Flo |
| Alone within my cell tonight |
| My heart is filled with (Am) fear |
| The (C)only sound within the room |
| Is the (F) falling of each (C) tear |
| I think about the thing I've done |
| I know it wasn't (Am) right |
| They'(C)ll bury Flo tomorrow but |
| They're (F) hangin me (C) tonight |
| They're (F) hangin me (C)tonight |
| That night he came and took my Flo |
| And headed in to (Am) town |
| I (C)knew I'd have to find this man |
| And (F) try to gun him (C) down |
| As I walked by a dim cafe |
| And I looked through the (Am) door |
| I (C)saw my Flo with her new love |
| And I (F) couldn't stand no (C) more, |
| I (F) couldn't stand no (C) more |
| I took my pistol from my hip |
| And with a trembling (Am) hand |
| I (C)took the life of pretty Flo |
| And that (F) good for nothing (C) man |
| That (F) good for nothing (C) man |
| I think about the thing I've done |
| I know it wasn't (Am) right |
| They'(C)ll bury Flo tomorrow but |
| They're (F) hangin me (C) tonight, (Repeat last line) |

| G | D | |
| Headed down south to the | land of the pines |
| Em | C | |
| And I'm | thumbin' my way into | North Caroline |
| G | |
| Starin' up the road |
| D | C | |
| And pray to | God I see | headlights |
| G | D | |
| I | made it down the coast in | seventeen hours |
| Em | C | |
| Pickin' me a bouquet of | dogwood flowers |
| G | |
| And I'm a | hopin' for Raleigh |
| D | C | |
| I can | see my baby to | night |
| G | D | |
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel |
| Em | C | |
| Rock me mama any | way you feel |
| G | D | C | |
| Hey, | mama | rock me |
| G | D | |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain |
| Em | C | |
| Rock me mama like a | south-bound train |
| G | D | C | |
| Hey, | mama | rock me |
| G, D, Em, C |
| G, D, C |
| G | D | |
| Runnin' from the cold | up in New England |
| Em | C | |
| I was | born to be a fiddler in an | old-time stringband |
| G | |
| My | baby plays the guitar |
| D | C | |
| I pick a banjo | now |
| G | D | |
| Oh, the | North country winters keep a | gettin' me now |
| Em | C | |
| Lost my | money playin' poker so I | had to up and leave |
| G | |
| But I | ain't a turnin' back |
| D | C | |
| To | livin' that old life | no more |
| G | D | |
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel |
| Em | C | |
| Rock me mama any | way you feel |
| G | D | C | |
| Hey, | mama | rock me |
| G | D | |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain |
| Em | C | |
| Rock me mama like a | south-bound train |
| G | D | C | |
| Hey, | mama | rock me |
| G, D, Em, C |
| G, D, C 2x |
| G | D | |
| Walkin' to the south | out of Roanoke |
| Em | |
| I caught a | trucker out of Philly |
| C | |
| Had a | nice long toke |
| G | D | |
| But | he's a headed west from the | Cumberland Gap |
| C | |
| To | Johnson City, Tennessee |
| G | D | |
| And I | gotta get a move on | fit for the sun |
| Em | |
| I hear my | baby callin' my name |
| C | |
| And I | know that she's the only one |
| G | |
| And | if I die in Raleigh |
| D | C | |
| At | least I will die | free |
| G | D | |
| So | rock me mama like a | wagon wheel |
| Em | C | |
| Rock me mama any | way you feel |
| G | D | C | |
| Hey, | mama | rock me |
| G | D | |
| Rock me mama like the | wind and the rain |
| Em | C | |
| Rock me mama like a | south-bound train |
| G | D | C | G | |
| Hey, | mama | rock me |

| (written by Don Edwards) |
| (D) In the evening twi (Em) light (C)(A7) |
| Melancholy shadows (D) stray |
| Down the trail of mem (Em) ories (C)(A7) |
| From west of yester (D) day |
| The nights a time for dream (Em) ing (C)(A7) |
| Back to days of long (D) ago |
| To my favorite cowboy (Em) hero (C)(A7) |
| And that famous horse he (D) rode (D7) |
| (G) He rode the open range |
| (D) Across the silver screen |
| Down (E7) sawdust trails thru purple sage |
| And in (A7) a young mans dreams |
| Dreams don't last for (Em) ever (C)(A7) |
| But the memories never (D) die |
| Out there west of yester (Em) day (C)(A7) |
| Where Tom Mix will always (D) ride |
| (D) I remember his last sun (Em) down (C)(A7) |
| As he watched that crimson dersert (D) sky |
| Do you think he knew the mourning (Em) dove |
| were singing their last good (D) bye |
| Do you think he chose this place to (Em) die (C)(A7) |
| Did he plan his des (D) tiny |
| The answers in the desert (Em) wind (C)(A7) |
| Where his spirit still rides (D) free (D7) |
| (G) Now he rides on heavens range |
| Beyond (D) the mountains purple haze |
| Down (E7) stardust trails thru golden clouds |
| And in (A7) that land of endless days |
| For its the place where dreams come (Em) true (C)(A7) |
| And the memories never (D) die |
| Out there west of yester (Em) day (C)(A7) |
| Where Tom Mix will always (D) ride |
| Out there west of Yester (Em) day (C)(A7) |
| Where Tom Mix & Tony will always (D) ride |

| (Written by George W. Johnson and James Austin Butterfield in 1866) |
| (D) I wondered to (D7) day to the (G) hill Maggie |
| To (D) watch the scene be (A7) low |
| The (D) creek and the (D7) old rusty (G) mill Maggie |
| Where we (D) sat in the (A7) long long (D) ago |
| (D7) The (G) green grove is gone from the (D) hill Maggie |
| Where the (A7) birds sang (E7) loud from the (A7) trees |
| When I (D) first said I (D7) loved only (G) you Maggie |
| And (D) you said you (A7) loved only (D) me |
| But (G) now we are aged and (D) old Maggie |
| The (A7) trails of (E7) life nearly (A7) done |
| Lets (D) sing of the (D7) days that are gone (G) Maggie |
| When (D) you and (A7) I were (D) young |
| Our dreams they have never come true Maggie |
| Our hopes they never were to be |
| When I first said I loved only you Maggie |
| And you said you loved only me |
| The green grove is gone from the hill Maggie |
| Where once the wild flowers sprang |
| The old rusty mill is now still Maggie |
| Since you and I were young |
| But now we are aged and old Maggie |
| The trails of life nearly run |
| Lets sing of the days that are gone Maggie |
| Since you and I were young |

| C | F | C | |
| Snow bites hard as winter comes and | time just seems to | fly |
| C | F | G | C | |
| But I'm so lonely miss | ing you, it | makes me wanna | cry |
| C | F | C | |
| My heart is sad like a morning dove thats | lost it's mate in | flight |
| C | F | G | C | |
| Hear the cooing of his | lonesome heart through the | stillness of the | night |
| Chorus: |
| C | G | |
| Whispering | pines, whispering pines |
| F | C | |
| Tell me is it | so |
| C | G | |
| Whispering | pines, whispering pines |
| F | C | |
| You're the ones who | know |
| C | G | |
| Darling's | gone, oh she's gone |
| G | F | C | |
| And I | need your sympa | thy, |
| C | G | F | G | C | |
| Whispering | pines | send my | baby back to | me. |
| C | F | C | |
| See that squirrel up in the tree, his | mate there on the | ground |
| C | F | G | C | |
| Hear his barking | call of love for the | happiness he's | found |
| C | F | C | |
| Is my love still my love, oh | this I've gotta | know |
| C | F | G | C | |
| Send a message | on the wind be | cause I love her | so. |
| Chorus |

| C | |
| When I was but a (F) small boy |
| Father (C)bought me many (G) books |
| About (C) the creatures of the (F) river banks |
| And (C) the sins of sea (G) cooks |
| But (C) the ones I never (F) left behind |
| Of (C) those long forgotten (G) gains |
| Were (C) the tales of wild and (F) windy slopes |
| By the (G) man they called Will (C) James---------------------- |
| (C) The living of his (F) cowboy dreams |
| Or (C) so it seemed to (G) me |
| The (C) perfect combi (F) nation |
| Riding (C) high and living (G) free |
| His (C) heros were his (F) horses |
| And (C) he drew them clear and (G) true |
| And (C) on every page they'd (F) come alive |
| And they'd (G) jump straight out at (C) you-------------------- |
| (G) His race towards the sunset |
| Was the (F) high and lonesome (C) kind |
| (G) Like coyote always looking back |
| He (F) left no tracks (C) behind |
| So I've memorized (F) those pictures boys |
| There (C) still the very (G) best |
| If (C) whiskey was his (F) mistress |
| Then his (G) true love was the (C) west------------------------ |
| I remember up on deadmans creek back, Thirty years or more |
| I hired out breaking colts which I'd never done before |
| A city kid, I ask myself now, what would Will james do |
| And you know it was the damndest thing but it |
| Kinda got me thru (CHORUS;) |

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Subject: CRD: Miscellaneous Xmas Songs
Posted by: mainglet@watcgl.uwaterloo.ca (Marg Ingleton)
Date: Wed, 3 Nov 1993 23:51:52 GMT
I've seen a few requests lately for Christmas tunes. I posted a
similar request last year and thought I would pass on the compilation
of posted and/or emailed responses. Thanks again to the original
posters.
Note that each tune is posted by different people, in different
formats, and may contain errors but you should be able to sort it out.
ALSO ... I am not 'net wize' so apologies in advance if posting this
as one long article is a pain relative to posting 8 separate articles.
G'day and Merry Christmas,
Marg
In order to follow:
1) THE FIRST NOEL
2) ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID'S CITY
3) IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR
4) THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
5) ROCKING AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE - Brenda Lee
6) JINGLE BELL ROCK - Bobby Helms
7) GRAMMA GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER
8) HAPPY CHRISTMAS (WAR IS OVER) - John Lennon
1) ------------------ cut here --------------------------------------------
THE FIRST NOEL
D A G D G D
The first Noel the angels did say
G D G D G A D G A D
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
A7 D A G D G D
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
G D G D G A D A7 D
On a cold winter's night that was so deep
A7 Bm A D G D
Noel Noel Noel Noel
Bm F#m G D G A7 D G A7 D
Born is the king of Is ra el
The looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
And to the earth in gave great light
And so it continued both day and night
refrain
And by the light of that same star
Three wise men came from country far
To seek for a King was their intent
And to follow the star wherever it went
refrain
This star drew nigh to the northwest
O'er Bethlelem it took its rest
And there it did both stop and stay
Right over the place where Jesus lay
refrain
Then entered in those wise men three
Full rev'rently upon their knee
And offered there in his presence
Their gold, and myrrh and frankincense
refrain
Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heav'nly Lord
That hath made heav'n and earth of naught
And with his blood mankind hath bought
TAB
The First Noel, traditional English carol
arranged by John E. Norlin for two guitars
(also note that the second part could be played on a bass, if desired)
3/4 time
e||------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
B||------|------------|--------0-2-|3---2---0---|--------0-2-|3---2---0---|
G||o-----|----------0-|2--(2)------|------------|2--(2)------|------------|
D||o-4-2-|0-----2-4---|------------|------------|0--(0)------|------------|
A||--0---|--------0---|4--(4)--2---|0--(0)--2-4-|--------2-0-|0--(0)--4---|
E||----3-|2--(2)------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X
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G||o-----|------------|----2---0---|------------|------------|2-------0---|
D||o-0---|0--(0)--0---|------------|4--(4)--0---|4--(4)--0-2-|----4-------|
A||------|0--(0)--2---|0-----------|0--(0)------|0--(0)------|----5-------|
E||--2---|------------|0--(0)--0---|--------3---|--------3---|2-------0---|
e-------------|------------|--------||----|------------|------------|
B-----0---2---|3-----------|--------||----|------------|--------3-2-|
G-2-----------|----2---0---|-------o||----|----------0-|2--(2)------|
D-0-----------|----0-------|4--(4)-o||4-2-|0-----2-4---|------------|
A-----2-------|0-------0---|0--(0)--||0---|--------2---|0--(0)--0---|
E---------3---|------------|--------||--3-|2--(2)------|------------|
X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X
e-------------|------------|--------||----|------------|------------|
B-------------|------------|--------||----|------------|------------|
G-2-------0---|------------|-------o||----|------------|------------|
D-----0-------|4---4---2---|0--(0)-o||----|0--(0)--0---|4--(4)--4---|
A-------------|----0---0---|0--(0)--||4---|0--(0)--2---|4--(4)--5---|
E-2---3---0---|2-3---------|--------||5---|------------|------------|
e-------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|--------
B-0-------0---|------------|3---2---0---|----0---2---|3-----------|--------
G-------------|2------(2)--|------------|2-----------|----2---0---|--------
D---------0-2-|4-------2---|0---0---0---|0--(0)------|------------|4--(4)--
A-2-----4-----|------------|------------|------------|0--(0)--0---|0--(0)--
E-------------|------------|------------|--------3---|------------|--------
X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X
e-------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|--------
B-0--(0)--0---|------------|------------|------------|------------|--------
G-------------|--------2---|--------0---|--------0---|------------|--------
D-------------|4--(4)------|4---4-------|4--(4)------|4---2--(2)--|0--(0)--
A-------0-2-4-|5--(5)--4---|2---0-------|5--(5)------|----0---0---|0--(0)--
E-3--(3)------|------------|--------3---|--------0---|2-3---------|--------
2) ------------------ cut here --------------------------------------------
ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID'S CITY
Henry John Gauntlett
Intro:
F C7 F Bb C F F C7 F
F C7 F C F Dm F Bb C F
Once in royal David's city, stood a lowly cattle shed,
C7 F G7 C7 F Dm F Bb C F
where a mother laid her baby in a manger for His bed.
Bb F Csus4 C F Bb F Bb C F
Mary was that mo - ther mild, Jesus Christ her little child.
F C7 F C F Dm F Bb C F
He came down to earth from heaven, Who is God and Lord of all,
C7 F G7 C7 F Dm F Bb C F
And His shelter was a stable, and His cradle was a stall;
Bb F Csus4 C F Bb F Bb C F
With the poor and meek and lowly, lived on earth our savior holy.
F C7 F C F Dm F Bb C F
And through all His wondrous childhood, he would honor and obey,
C7 F G7 C7 F Dm F Bb C F
Love and watch the lowly mother, in whose gentle arms He lay.
Bb F Csus4 C F Bb F Bb C F
Christian children all should be, mild, obedient, good as He.
F C7 F C F Dm F Bb C F
And our eyes at last shall see Him, through his own redeeming love.
C7 F G7 C7 F Dm F Bb C F
For that child so dear and gentle, is our Lord in heaven above;
Bb F Csus4 C F Bb F Bb C F
And He leads His children on, to the place where he is gone.
Not in that poor lowly stable, with the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him, but in heaven, set at God's right hand on high;
When like stars His children crowned, all in while shall wait around.
3) ------------------ cut here --------------------------------------------
IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR
C F C
It came upon a midnight clear
F D7 G7
That glorious song of old
C F C
>From angels bending near the earth
F G7 C
To touch their harps of gold
E7 AM
'Peace on the earth, good will to men
G D7 G
>From heaven's all gracious King;'
C F C
The world in solemn stillness lay,
F G7 C
To hear the angels sing
Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing;
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
O ye, beneath life's crushing load
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing
4) ------------------ cut here --------------------------------------------
THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
F C7 F
1 On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
Bb F C F
A partridge in a pear tree
F C7 F
2 On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
3 third day
4 fourth day
C7 F Bb F C7 F
2 Two turtle doves and a Partridge in a pear tree
3 Three French Hens
4 Four calling birds (sing in reverse order)
F C7 F
5 On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
G7 C7
Five golden rings
6 On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
7 seventh
. .
. .
12 Twelfth
F Bb C7 F
5-12 And a partridge in a pear tree
F Bb C7
5-12 Four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle dove
C7 F G7 C7
6 Six geese a laying five golden rings
7 Seven swans a swimming
8 eight maids a milking
9 nine ladies dancing
10 ten lords a leaping
11 eleven pipers piping
12 twelve drummers drumming (sing in reverse order )
5) ------------------ cut here --------------------------------------------
ROCKING AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE
Brenda Lee
key of Ab
intro Ab Fm Db Eb
Ab Eb
verse1 Rocking around the Christmas tree at the Christmas party hop
Eb Ab
Mistletoe hung where you can see every couple tries to stop
Ab Eb
Rocking around the Christmas tree, let the Christmas spirit ring
Eb Ab
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie and we'll do some caroling
Db Cm
bridge You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear
Fm Bb Eb
Voices singing let's be jolly, deck the halls with boughs of holly
Ab Eb
Rocking around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday
Eb Ab
Everyone dancing merrily in the new old-fashioned way
verse2 inst.
bridge same
same
same
Eb Eb Eb Eb Ab Db Ab
Everyone dancing merrily in the new old - fa - shioned way
finis Ab9
6) ------------------ cut here --------------------------------------------
JINGLE BELL ROCK
Bobby Helms
key of D
intro
D DM7 D6 DM7 (DM7=Dmaj7)
verse1 Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
D6 DM7 Em A
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Em A Em A
Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun
E A+5
Now the jingle hop has begun
D DM7 D6 DM7
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
D6 DM7 Em A
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Em A Em A
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
E A D D7
In the frosty air
G Gm
bridge1 What a bright time, it's the right time
D
To rock the night away
E
Jingle bell time is a swell time
A
To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
D DM7 D6 DM7
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
D6 DM7 B
Jingle around the clock
G Gm
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet
E A D
That's the jingle bell rock
verse2 Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock (repeat verse1's
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time last 4 lines)
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
bridge2 What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
G Gm
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet
E A
That's the jingle bell
E A
That's the jingle bell
E A D
That's the jingle bell rock(may try to post guitar lick here too)
7) ------------------ cut here --------------------------------------------
GRAMMA GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER
This arrangement combines the melody and some backup. If you sing along you
can follow the chords using this:
Basic Accompaniment Pattern: follow chord progression.
C
|----0-----0-----0-----0-|
|----1-----1-----1-----1-|
|----0-----0-----0-----0-|
|------------------------|
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The song is in 4/4 time. Almost every note is an 1/8 note. When you see 0^2 it
means play the string open then quickly hammer on at the 2nd fret. It is
called a grace note. The hammer should fall on the beat.
Intro
C
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And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
Ans so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young
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WAR IS OOOOOVER
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IF YOU WANT IT
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WAR IS OOOOOVER
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY
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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY
D-sequence x00232 x00230 x00233 x00232
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY