Las Cruces Jail Two Gallants
Tabbed by Pierre-Yves Thevenet
Hi, these are just the basic chords all along this great song. Most of the time it's arpeggios,
but first I haven't figured them all out, and second and i can't be arsed to write down
ones i have...
So if anyone feels like it..
Arpeggios, suggestions, corrections, death threats, insults and stuff, please, pierreyvesthevenet@gmail.com
Here we go:
[E]Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
[B]Raining hail, [A]born to fail.
[E]Nobody come for to go my bail.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more.
[E]Well I shot one man on the county line.
[B]Took his dime and I ble[A]w his mind.
[E]Now I'm just sittin' here doin' time.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no[E] more.
[C#m]Well a restless wind is whistling through my [G#m]windows through my head,
[B]through all the scrapes that [A]I've survived.
[C#m]And in my hour of darkness I keep c[G#m]ounsel with the dead,
[B]just enough to remind me [A]I'm alive.
[E]Well I write to the governor for to hear my plea
[B]but he don't even [A]answer me.
[E]Judge said he's gonna set my spirit free.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [A]more.
[E]Gavel fell, he chose the day,
[B]cattle tie, thirteen[A]th of May.
[E]But I don't plan to go that way.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more.
[A]Goodnight my [B]Anda-Luc[E]ia.
Don't [A]buy all the [B]lies that they feed [E]ya.
[A]And though you're heading [B]slowly to some [C#m]place I can't re[A]spect,
[E]I'll keep you in my coll[B]ection of reg[E]rets.
[C#m]And that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, th[G#m]ey all fell the same.
[B]Just need one more to match my [A]age.
[C#m]Then I'll count my killin' done. but I w[G#m]on't deny my name:
[B]Quickest wrist of the chaparral and[A] sage.
[E]Now desperate times call for desperate men,
[B]I'm just a kid but I[A]'ll pretend
[E]my time will come but until then,
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more.
[E]Well I see that gallows altar, that [E]circle 'round the Sun.
[B] [E] [A]
The[B]y're gonna hang me if I stay here, they're gonna shoot me if I run.
[E]That jailer better watch his pride
[B]or off my wrists these [A]shackles slide.
[E]Hear my restless fourty-five.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more.
[A]Goodnight my [B]Anda-Luc[E]ia.[B]
[A]Don't buy all the [B]lies that they feed [E]ya.[B]
[A]And though you're heading [B]slowly to some p[C#m]lace I can't r[A]espect,
[E]I'll keep you in my [B]collection of regr[E]ets.
(silence)
[C#m]And down the highway, down the road, [G#m]to infamy I'll ride.
[B]I'll take my pardon on the [A]run,
[C#m]with a trail of death behind me and [G#m]Deluvina at my side,
[B]two silhouettes against the [A]Sun.
[E]Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
[B]Raining hail, b[A]orn to Fail.
[E]Nobody come for to go my bail.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more
(wind blowing and arpeggios on:)
C#m G#m (A quick) B A (B quick)
C#m G#m (A quick) B A
That's it, sorry for any innacuracies there must be.
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