Riders Lament
Michael Hurley
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(início)
G When i was a cowboy, i learned to throw the line C G D Learned to pocket money, and not to dress so fine G When that uncle turned me, i learned to rob and steal D When i'm round the cowboy, ill help the oven feel
Verse 2
D For workin my able, and beggin is too low C G D Stealin is so dreadful, to jail i will go G Yonder comes the jailer, no he didn't come to tea G He knows that i am guilty, i am bound to go with he
Verse 3
G I heard the jailor comin, with a darn big bunch of keys C G G One little pull of cornbread and a darn big bunch of peas G Cheer up cheer up little prisoners, i hear the jailor say G Were bound for dallas county, for seven long years to stay
Verse 4
G I wore my brand new cow girl, my boots and saddle were fine C G D When i view them pretty girls, you bet i call them mine G A view of the awful beauties, oh lord it was a dream G Im bound to dallas county, to wear the ball and chain
Verse 5
G I heard my darlin comin, ten dollars in her hand C G D She said, give it too the cowboy, tis all that i command G Give it to me the cowboy, and never in his time G He wont forget his gal he left so far behind
Verse 6
G When i was a cowboy i learned to throw the line C G D Learned to pocket money and not to dress so fine G When i that old gee perry and learned to rob and steal G When i robbed a cowboy, i had the ugly feel
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