# #this is another good song on acoustic #as with ride on its finger picking through the whole song # #Verse 1 A vador Verse 2 Bells ring out on the chapel steeple A priest prepares to say mass The sad congregation come tierd and hungry To pray that the troubles will pass Meanwhile the sun rises over the dusty streets Where his body was found Flies and mosquitoes are drinking from pools of blood Where the crowd gathers round. CHORUS out on the ranch the rich mans preparing to go for his mo (chordiearchive.chordie.com)