Исполнитель: | Dave Stamey (English) |
Пользователь: | Cyclops Cowboy |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
Названия аккордов: | Не установлено |
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Комментарии к подбору: | Нет |
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Strumming
There is no strumming pattern for this song yet.
The Skies of Lincoln County
Dm-C-Dm-C-Dm
Dm C
My name is William Bonny and I have some things to tell
Dm C
All about my life 'n death and the way things are in Hell
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And lies they told about me after Garrett shot me down
C
In Mexico, in 1881
Dm C
Twenty one were the lives that Garrett said I took
Dm C
That was just another lie he wrote down in his book
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For he had to make it seem as though I were the Devils seed
C
but the lives I took, they were three
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Dm C
A man who'd lie to save his skin won't look you in the eye
Dm C
Garrett never saw my face when he let those bullets fly
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And I died there in Pete Maxwell's room, no boots upon my feet
C
In the dark, and all alone
Dm C
They had themselves an inquest, and then they buried me
Dm C
They made me into something that I never meant to be
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And the vultures came and chipped away the headstone on my grave
C
And then took it home, for souvenirs
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb F
History books are written by the ones who survive
Bb F
Garrett was the one who came out of that room alive
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And he harnessed up my ghost, made it sing and dance
C
And I am dancing still, I'm dancing still
Dm C
The corridors of my Hell, they never ever change
Dm C
I am doomed forever to this little piece of range
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Trapped here by a legend that's no making of my own
C
I look around, and I see.
Bb Dm
It's still New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb Dm
It's still New Mexico and it's 1881