Chords for Billy The Kid - Woody Guthrie
Tempo:
126.55 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb]
I'll tell you the [Ab] story of Billy the Kid, and I'll [Eb] tell of the [Bb] things that this young
outlaw did, [Eb] way out in [Ab] the west when the country was young, [Bb] when the gun was your law and your
law was [Eb] your gun.
Now the Mexican [Ab] maidens liked Billy so well, how [Eb] many he [Bb] had no expert could tell.
[Eb] While singing [Ab] and drinking he'd come to his inn, [Bb] shot down by Fat Garrett, who once was [Eb] his friend.
Fat Garrett rode [Bb] up to the window that [Eb] night, and the desert was [Bb] still and the moonlight
was [Eb] bright, and he listened a [Ab] while as the kid told his tale [Bb] of shooting the guard at
the Los Cruces [Eb] jail.
You sweet Mexican [Ab] maidens, come give me your hand.
[Eb] At the age of sixteen [Bb] I killed my first [Eb] man, it was out in New [Ab] Mexico long, long ago, [Bb] when
a man's only chance was his [Eb] old forty-four.
I rode down [Ab] the border in a robin war [Eb] as I drank to the [Bb] maidens the happiest of [Eb] days.
My picture is [Ab] posted from Texas and Maine, [Bb] and women and riding and [Eb] robbing's my game.
On the [Ab] same night that young Billy died, [Eb] he said to his friends, I [Bb] just ain't satisfied.
[Eb]
There's twenty-one men that [Ab] I put bullets through, and [Bb] the sheriff of this county's
gonna make [Eb] twenty-two.
Fat Garrett then [Ab] fired and his stun-buster cracked, and [Eb] Billy fell dead, [Bb] he was blowed
through the [Eb] back.
Had rode [Ab] away and the kids layin' dead, and [Bb] this was the last song of Billy [Eb] the Kid.
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I'll tell you the [Ab] story of Billy the Kid, and I'll [Eb] tell of the [Bb] things that this young
outlaw did, [Eb] way out in [Ab] the west when the country was young, [Bb] when the gun was your law and your
law was [Eb] your gun.
Now the Mexican [Ab] maidens liked Billy so well, how [Eb] many he [Bb] had no expert could tell.
[Eb] While singing [Ab] and drinking he'd come to his inn, [Bb] shot down by Fat Garrett, who once was [Eb] his friend.
Fat Garrett rode [Bb] up to the window that [Eb] night, and the desert was [Bb] still and the moonlight
was [Eb] bright, and he listened a [Ab] while as the kid told his tale [Bb] of shooting the guard at
the Los Cruces [Eb] jail.
You sweet Mexican [Ab] maidens, come give me your hand.
[Eb] At the age of sixteen [Bb] I killed my first [Eb] man, it was out in New [Ab] Mexico long, long ago, [Bb] when
a man's only chance was his [Eb] old forty-four.
I rode down [Ab] the border in a robin war [Eb] as I drank to the [Bb] maidens the happiest of [Eb] days.
My picture is [Ab] posted from Texas and Maine, [Bb] and women and riding and [Eb] robbing's my game.
On the [Ab] same night that young Billy died, [Eb] he said to his friends, I [Bb] just ain't satisfied.
[Eb]
There's twenty-one men that [Ab] I put bullets through, and [Bb] the sheriff of this county's
gonna make [Eb] twenty-two.
Fat Garrett then [Ab] fired and his stun-buster cracked, and [Eb] Billy fell dead, [Bb] he was blowed
through the [Eb] back.
Had rode [Ab] away and the kids layin' dead, and [Bb] this was the last song of Billy [Eb] the Kid.
[Bb] [Eb] [N]
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_ I'll tell you the [Ab] story of Billy the Kid, and I'll [Eb] tell of the [Bb] things that this young
outlaw did, [Eb] way out in [Ab] the west when the country was young, _ _ _ [Bb] when the gun was your law and your
law was [Eb] your gun.
_ _ _ Now the Mexican [Ab] maidens liked Billy so well, how [Eb] many he [Bb] had no expert could tell.
[Eb] While singing [Ab] and drinking he'd come to his inn, [Bb] shot down by Fat Garrett, who once was [Eb] his friend.
_ _ _ Fat Garrett rode [Bb] up to the window that [Eb] night, and the desert was [Bb] still and the moonlight
was [Eb] bright, and he listened a [Ab] while as the kid told his tale _ _ [Bb] of shooting the guard at
the Los Cruces [Eb] jail.
_ _ _ You sweet Mexican [Ab] maidens, come give me your hand.
[Eb] At the age of sixteen [Bb] I killed my first [Eb] man, it was out in New [Ab] Mexico long, long ago, _ _ [Bb] when
a man's only chance was his [Eb] old forty-four. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I rode down [Ab] the border in a robin war [Eb] as I drank to the [Bb] maidens the happiest of [Eb] days.
My picture is [Ab] posted from Texas and Maine, _ [Bb] and women and riding and [Eb] robbing's my game. _
_ On the [Ab] same night that young Billy died, [Eb] he said to his friends, I [Bb] just ain't satisfied.
_ [Eb]
There's twenty-one men that [Ab] I put bullets through, _ _ and [Bb] the sheriff of this county's
gonna make [Eb] twenty-two.
_ _ _ _ _ Fat Garrett then [Ab] fired and his stun-buster cracked, and [Eb] Billy fell dead, [Bb] he was blowed
through the [Eb] back.
Had rode [Ab] away and the kids layin' _ _ dead, and [Bb] this was the last song of Billy [Eb] the Kid. _ _ _
[Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I'll tell you the [Ab] story of Billy the Kid, and I'll [Eb] tell of the [Bb] things that this young
outlaw did, [Eb] way out in [Ab] the west when the country was young, _ _ _ [Bb] when the gun was your law and your
law was [Eb] your gun.
_ _ _ Now the Mexican [Ab] maidens liked Billy so well, how [Eb] many he [Bb] had no expert could tell.
[Eb] While singing [Ab] and drinking he'd come to his inn, [Bb] shot down by Fat Garrett, who once was [Eb] his friend.
_ _ _ Fat Garrett rode [Bb] up to the window that [Eb] night, and the desert was [Bb] still and the moonlight
was [Eb] bright, and he listened a [Ab] while as the kid told his tale _ _ [Bb] of shooting the guard at
the Los Cruces [Eb] jail.
_ _ _ You sweet Mexican [Ab] maidens, come give me your hand.
[Eb] At the age of sixteen [Bb] I killed my first [Eb] man, it was out in New [Ab] Mexico long, long ago, _ _ [Bb] when
a man's only chance was his [Eb] old forty-four. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I rode down [Ab] the border in a robin war [Eb] as I drank to the [Bb] maidens the happiest of [Eb] days.
My picture is [Ab] posted from Texas and Maine, _ [Bb] and women and riding and [Eb] robbing's my game. _
_ On the [Ab] same night that young Billy died, [Eb] he said to his friends, I [Bb] just ain't satisfied.
_ [Eb]
There's twenty-one men that [Ab] I put bullets through, _ _ and [Bb] the sheriff of this county's
gonna make [Eb] twenty-two.
_ _ _ _ _ Fat Garrett then [Ab] fired and his stun-buster cracked, and [Eb] Billy fell dead, [Bb] he was blowed
through the [Eb] back.
Had rode [Ab] away and the kids layin' _ _ dead, and [Bb] this was the last song of Billy [Eb] the Kid. _ _ _
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