Kunci: Gb major
Verse 1
he went a- riding
Through the canyon, in the glow
Of a quiet Sunday morning
D
Ridin' easy on that pinto
That he dearly loved to straddle,
With a six- gun and sombrero
A
That was wider than his saddle
G
And he's hummin' as he's goin'
Of a simple little song
through the cactus
D
"Oh, I've rid from San Antony
Verse 2
Through the mesquite and the sand
I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,
A
Not afraid to play my hand.
G
Well, I'm a hootin', shootin' demon
And to have my little fun
A
D
On my pinto called Apache
A
D
And Adolphus that's my gun."
Verse 3
D
Well straight to Santa Fe he drifted,
And he mills around the town
Sorta gittin' of his bearin's
A
As he pours his liquor down
always watchin',
Every hombre in the place,
D
Like he's mebbe sorta lookin'
For some certain
A
D
hombre's face.
Verse 4
D
Then one night he saunters
careless
To the place of Monte Sam
And he does a bit of playin'
A
Like he doesn't give a damn.
G
Then all at once it's hushed and quiet,
Like a calm before the blow,
D
And the crowd is tense and nervous,
A
D
And the playin stopped and slow.
Verse 5
D
At the bar a man is standin',
Sneerin' as his glances lay,
Like a challenge did he fling 'em,
A
Darin' 'em to make the play.
G
Two- Gun Blake, the Texas killer,
Hated, feared wherever known
D
Stood and drank his glass of mescal
A
With assurance all his own.
D
Verse 6
Then the eyes of Blake, the killer,
Met the glance of Dobe Bill
And they held each one
the other
A
With the steel of looks that kill,
G
Then the tones of Blake came slowly,
With a sneer in every word
But the other gave no sign he
A
D
saw or heard.
Verse 7
D
Walkin' calmly toward the speaker,
He advanced with
steady pace
Then he grinned,
and quick as lightnin',
A
Slapped him squarely in the face.
whispered hoarsely.
"Shoot, you lily- livered cur!"
strong for killin';
Now I'm here to shoot for
D
Verse 8
Some there was that claimed they saw it,
As the killer tried to draw
But there's no one knows for certain
A
Just exactly what he saw;
G
I'll agree the shootin' started
Quick as Blake had made his start
D
Then a brace of bullets hit him
A
Fair and certain through the heart.
D
Verse 9
As he fell, his hand was graspin'
For the gun he'd got too
late
With the notches on it showin'
A
Like the vagaries of fate.
G
And the man who stood there lookin'
At the killer as he lay
B
D
Murmured: "Nell,
I've kept my promise.
A
D
I have made that scoundrel pay!"
Verse 10
D
Then Dobe Bill, he went a- ridin'
From the town of Santa Fe
On a quiet Sunday morning,
D
Ridin' easy on that pinto
That he dearly loved to straddle
With a six- gun and sombrero
A
That was wider than his saddle,
G
And he's a hummin' as he's goin' Of a
Verse 11
G
simple little song
D
That's a- boomin' through the cactus
As he's gallopin' along:
A
Verse 12
D
"Oh, I'm goin' down the canyon,
Through the mesquite and the sand
I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,
A
Not afraid to play my hand.
G
Well I'm a rootin', shootin' demon
On my pinto called Apache, a- ha,
A
And Adolphus that's my gun."
D
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