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