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