调：Gb major•
Verse 1
he went a- riding
Through the canyon, in the glow
Of a quiet Sunday morning
That he dearly loved to straddle,
With a six- gun and sombrero
Of a simple little song
through the cactus
Verse 2
Through the mesquite and the sand
I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,
And to have my little fun
Verse 3
And he mills around the town
Sorta gittin' of his bearin's
always watchin',
Every hombre in the place,
For some certain
Verse 4
careless
To the place of Monte Sam
And he does a bit of playin'
Like a calm before the blow,
Verse 5
Sneerin' as his glances lay,
Like a challenge did he fling 'em,
Hated, feared wherever known
F#
Verse 6
Then the eyes of Blake, the killer,
Met the glance of Dobe Bill
And they held each one
the other
With a sneer in every word
But the other gave no sign he
Verse 7
He advanced with
steady pace
Then he grinned,
and quick as lightnin',
whispered hoarsely.
"Shoot, you lily- livered cur!"
strong for killin';
Now I'm here to shoot for
F#
Verse 8
Some there was that claimed they saw it,
As the killer tried to draw
But there's no one knows for certain
Quick as Blake had made his start
F#
Verse 9
As he fell, his hand was graspin'
For the gun he'd got too
late
With the notches on it showin'
At the killer as he lay
I've kept my promise.
Verse 10
From the town of Santa Fe
On a quiet Sunday morning,
That he dearly loved to straddle
With a six- gun and sombrero
Verse 11
B
simple little song
As he's gallopin' along:
C#
Verse 12
F#
"Oh, I'm goin' down the canyon,
Through the mesquite and the sand
I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,
On my pinto called Apache, a- ha,
F#
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