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Two gallants: Las Cruces Jail
Album: What The Toll Tells (2006)
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 A
Raining hail, born to fail.
E
Nobody come for to go my bail.
B E
Sun, don't you rise no more.
E
Well I shot one man on the county line.
B A
Took his dime and I blew his mind.
E
Now I'm just sittin' here doin' time.
B E
Sun, don't you rise no more.
C#m Abm
Well a restless wind is whistling through my windows through my head,
B A
through all the scrapes that I've survived.
C#m Abm
And in my hour of darkness I keep counsel with the dead,
B A
just enough to remind me I'm alive.
E
Well I write to the governor for to hear my plea
B A
but he don't even answer me.
E
Judge said he's gonna set my spirit free.
B A
Sun, don't you rise no more.
E
Gavel fell, he chose the day,
B A
cattle tie, thirteenth of May.
E
But I don't plan to go that way.
B E
Sun, don't you rise no more.
A B E
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
A B E
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
A B C#m A
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
E B E
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
C#m Abm
And that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, they all fell the same.
B A
Just need one more to match my age.
C#m Abm
Then I'll count my killin' done. but I won't deny my name:
B A
Quickest wrist of the chaparral and sage.
E
Now desperate times call for desperate men,
B A
I'm just a kid but I'll pretend
E
my time will come but until then,
B E
Sun, don't you rise no more.
E E
Well I see that gallows altar, that circle 'round the Sun.
B E A
B
They're gonna hang me if I stay here, they're gonna shoot me if I run.
E
That jailer better watch his pride
B A
or off my wrists these shackles slide.
E
Hear my restless fourty-five.
B E
Sun, don't you rise no more.
A B E B
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
A B E B
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
A B C#m A
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
E B E
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
[silence]
C#m Abm
And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride.
B A
I'll take my pardon on the run,
C#m Abm
with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side,
B A
two silhouettes against the Sun.
E
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
B A
Raining hail, born to Fail.
E
Nobody come for to go my bail.
B E
Sun, don't you rise no more
[wind blowing and arpeggios on:]
C#m Abm (A quick) B A (B quick)
C#m Abm (A quick) B A
That's it, sorry for any innacuracies there must be.
