LucilleJustRocks
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This is my 2nd entry.....Jesse James
Gotta be a song in there somewhere...
Last 'Cocaine Cowboy' Arrested in Orlando - Rolling Stone.
... actually, couldn't you just adapt 'Rhinestone Cowboy'?
[C] The little country band, so well-known in this land, hasn-t it
[G] easy for so long, they [G7] already played in Hamburg, when
[F] panic still wasn-t [C] on. A jazzer
said at times: much too banal rhymes and you-ll
[G] find no cowboys here, we [G7] dont have wild, wild West! But for
[F] every else [G] it-s [C] clear: [F] [C]
_CHORUS
_[C] The wild wild West just starts in Hamburg, south
_[G] the river, out downtown, in a [G7] studio in Maschen, close
_[F] to the Autobahn-s [C] ground. Enjoying fiddle, banjo, steel guitar, the best
_[G] spirit you-ve found, with the [G7] cowboys from the Waterkant
_[F] and their Nash-[G]-ville [C] sound.
[G] [G7] [F] [G] [C]
[C] Wether in Hamburg grown or in Bavaria born, that really
[G] matters not at all, as long as you-re in a [G7] honky-tonk, and the
[F] beer will never [C] pall. With some
cowboy boots and a wanderlust blues and a
[G] small crack in your hearts, your [G7] circuit pressures up, when the
[F] cowboy-s mu-[G]-sic [C] starts. [F] [C]
_CHORUS
[COLOR=#000000][FONT='inherit']Well the (D)Mezcal is free in (Bm)Amanda's saloon
[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][FONT='inherit']For the (G)boys from the old Broken (D)O
[/FONT][/COLOR]Saturday nights in the (Bm)town of Sonora
Are the (G)best in all Mexi(D)co
They've got (G)guitars and trumpets and (D/F#)sweet senoritas
Who (Em)won't want to let you (A)go
You'd (D)never believe such a (Bm)gay happy town
Had a (G)street named Sonora's Death (D)Row (G)
Well (D)inside Amanda's (Bm)we were all dancin'
With (G)all of Amanda's (D)gals
I won some silver at (Bm)seven card stud
So (G)I was outdoin' my (D)pals
But the (G)whiskey and mezcal and (D/F#)peso cigars
(Em)Drove me outside for some (A)air
Where (D)somebody whispered "Your (Bm)life or your money"
I (G)reached but my gun wasn't (D)there (G)
I (D)woke up face down in A(Bm)manda's back alley
[COLOR=#007FBF]A[/COLOR]([COLOR=#007FBF]G[/COLOR])ware of the fool I had ([COLOR=#007FBF]D[/COLOR])been
I rushed to my pony, I (Bm)grabbed my Winchester
And I ([COLOR=#007FBF]G[/COLOR])entered Amanda's [COLOR=#007FBF]A[/COLOR]([COLOR=#007FBF]D[/COLOR])gain
Where (G)I saw my partners (D/F#)twirlin' my pistols
And ([COLOR=#007FBF]Em[/COLOR])throwin' my money [COLOR=#007FBF]A[/COLOR]([COLOR=#007FBF]A[/COLOR])round
(D)Blinded by rage, (Bm)I pulled the trigger
And (G)one of them fell to the (D)ground (G)
Well A(D)manda's grew silent like (Bm)night in the desert
My (G)friends stared in pure dis(D)belief
Amanda was kneeling be(Bm)side the dead cowboy
([COLOR=#007FBF]G[/COLOR])Plainly expressing her ([COLOR=#007FBF]D[/COLOR])grief
And as (G)I bowed my head, a (D/F#)tremble shot through me
My (Em)six-gun was there at my (A)side
I (D)felt in my pockets and (Bm)there was my money
I (G)fell to my knees and I (D)cried (G)
For a (D)nightmare of mezcal was (Bm)all that it was
(G)No one had robbed me at (D)all
I wish I was dreamin' the (Bm)sound of the gallows
They're (G)testin' just outside the (D)walls
And the (G)mezcal's still free in A(D/F#)manda's saloon
For the (Em)boys from the old Broken (A)O
And (D)I'd give a ransom to (Bm)drink there today
And be (G)free of Sonora's Death (D)Row (G)
Yeah I'd give a ransom to (Bm)drink there today
[COLOR=#000000][FONT='inherit']And be (G)free of Sonora's Death (D)Row (G)
[/FONT][/COLOR]
This has been a wonderful season. I'm especially delighted because it's not a genre I have played much in the past. Thank to sharing your talents.
Always a pleasure learning something new each season.
"proud to be a seasonista"
Roy Rogers said:"It was one night when we were--as usual--camping beside the road. No money for hotels or anything like that. Just for something to do, my dad and my cousin Stanley, who was with us, brought out their mandolins and started playing. I strummed along on a guitar.
"Well, by the time we were done with the first song, we had a crowd!
"They were people like us, camping out and mostly pretty hungry. You could tell most of them hadn't smiled in a long, long time. But now they smiled, listening to the music. It made them happy; kept the dark away for a little bit. That's what I learned that night: I learned what music is for."