In [G]ol Kansas city I was [C]walking one [G]day,
[Em]Saw me a cowboy, in the [A]gutter he [D]lay.
His [G]eyes were both closed and his [C]body was [G]cold
But he spoke from the grave, here’s the [D]story he [G]told
I was [D]only a cowboy, a [G]man with no name
[C]Ain’t got nobody my [Am/D]body to [D]claim
I [G]ain’t got nobody to [C]carry me [G]home
Only cowboy, who
[D]died all
[G]alone.
A [G]red pool of blood [C]seeped from his [G]shirt,
His [Em]face was unlined, but [A]veiled with [D]dirt.
[G]Couldn’t a been older than [C]twenty one [G]years,
And on the side of his cheek was the [D]trail of a [G]tear
I was [D]only a cowboy, a [G]man with no name
[C]Ain’t got nobody my [Am/D]body to [D]claim
I [G]ain’t got nobody to [C]carry me [G]home
Only cowboy, who
[D]died all
[G]alone.
His [G]left hand was holding a [C]photograph [G]with
A [Em]picture of a woman [A]he once thought was [D]his
In his [G]right hand, he clutched a [C]Colt forty-[G]five
Which he challenged his [D]rival and [G]died.
I was [D]only a cowboy, a [G]man with no name
[C]Ain’t got nobody my [Am/D]body to [D]claim
I [G]ain’t got nobody to [C]carry me [G]home
Only cowboy, who
[D]died all
[G]alone.
The [G]love of a woman is a [C]powerful [G]thing,
[Em]When it’s been won, a man [A]feels like a [D]king,
But [G]if it gets lost, desper-[C]ation sets [G]in,
‘N he’s willing to place his [D]life on a [G]string.
I was [D]only a cowboy, a [G]man with no name
[C]Ain’t got nobody my [Am/D]body to [D]claim
I [G]ain’t got nobody to [C]carry me [G]home
Only cowboy, who
[D]died all
[G]alone.