Chords for Cisco Houston - The Dying Cowboy
Tempo:
83.85 bpm
Chords used:
C#
A#m
G#
D#
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#] [F#] Oh, bury me not.
[A#m]
[C#] These words came low and mournfully
from the pouted lips of a youth who lay on his [G#] dying bed.
[C#] Oh, [A#m] bury me,
[C#] where the coyote howls and the wind blows,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Bury [G#] me not.
[C#] [A#m] It matters [D#]
not, [C#] often told.
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold,
yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me.
[G#] Bury me not.
[C#] [D#] Oh, bury me not.
[A#m]
[C#] Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Oh, [G#] bury me not.
[C#]
He [A#m] wailed in pain and [C#] o'er his brow,
death's shadows fast were gathering now.
He thought of his friends and his home but nigh,
as [G#] the cowboys gathered to [C#] see him die.
Oh, bury [A#m] me not.
[C#] These words came low and mournfully
from the pouted lips of a youth who lay [G#] on his dying bed.
[C#] We took [A#m] no heed [C#] to his dying prayer.
In a narrow grave we buried him there,
In a narrow grave just six by three.
We [G#] buried him there.
[C#]
Oh, [A#m] bury me not.
[C#] Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Oh, bury [G#] me not.
[C#]
[A#m]
[C#] These words came low and mournfully
from the pouted lips of a youth who lay on his [G#] dying bed.
[C#] Oh, [A#m] bury me,
[C#] where the coyote howls and the wind blows,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Bury [G#] me not.
[C#] [A#m] It matters [D#]
not, [C#] often told.
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold,
yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me.
[G#] Bury me not.
[C#] [D#] Oh, bury me not.
[A#m]
[C#] Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Oh, [G#] bury me not.
[C#]
He [A#m] wailed in pain and [C#] o'er his brow,
death's shadows fast were gathering now.
He thought of his friends and his home but nigh,
as [G#] the cowboys gathered to [C#] see him die.
Oh, bury [A#m] me not.
[C#] These words came low and mournfully
from the pouted lips of a youth who lay [G#] on his dying bed.
[C#] We took [A#m] no heed [C#] to his dying prayer.
In a narrow grave we buried him there,
In a narrow grave just six by three.
We [G#] buried him there.
[C#]
Oh, [A#m] bury me not.
[C#] Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Oh, bury [G#] me not.
[C#]
Key:
C#
A#m
G#
D#
F#
C#
A#m
G#
[C#] _ _ [F#] Oh, bury me not.
_ [A#m] _
_ [C#] _ _ These words came low and mournfully
_ from the pouted lips of a youth who lay on his [G#] dying bed. _
_ [C#] _ _ Oh, [A#m] bury me, _ _
_ [C#] _ _ where the coyote howls and the wind blows,
_ in a narrow grave just six by three.
Bury [G#] me not.
[C#] _ _ _ _ [A#m] It matters [D#]
not, [C#] often told.
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold,
yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me.
_ [G#] Bury me not.
_ [C#] _ _ [D#] Oh, bury me not.
[A#m] _
_ [C#] _ Where the coyote _ howls and the wind blows free,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Oh, [G#] bury me not.
_ [C#] _ _
He [A#m] wailed in pain and [C#] o'er his brow,
death's shadows fast were gathering now.
He thought of his friends and his home but nigh,
as [G#] the cowboys gathered to [C#] see him die.
Oh, bury [A#m] me not.
_ [C#] _ _ These words came low and mournfully
from the pouted lips of a youth who lay [G#] on his dying bed. _
_ [C#] _ We took [A#m] no heed [C#] to his dying prayer.
In a narrow grave we buried him there,
In a narrow grave just six by three.
We [G#] buried him there.
_ [C#] _ _
Oh, [A#m] bury me not.
_ [C#] _ _ Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Oh, bury [G#] me not.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A#m] _
_ [C#] _ _ These words came low and mournfully
_ from the pouted lips of a youth who lay on his [G#] dying bed. _
_ [C#] _ _ Oh, [A#m] bury me, _ _
_ [C#] _ _ where the coyote howls and the wind blows,
_ in a narrow grave just six by three.
Bury [G#] me not.
[C#] _ _ _ _ [A#m] It matters [D#]
not, [C#] often told.
Where the body lies when the heart grows cold,
yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me.
_ [G#] Bury me not.
_ [C#] _ _ [D#] Oh, bury me not.
[A#m] _
_ [C#] _ Where the coyote _ howls and the wind blows free,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Oh, [G#] bury me not.
_ [C#] _ _
He [A#m] wailed in pain and [C#] o'er his brow,
death's shadows fast were gathering now.
He thought of his friends and his home but nigh,
as [G#] the cowboys gathered to [C#] see him die.
Oh, bury [A#m] me not.
_ [C#] _ _ These words came low and mournfully
from the pouted lips of a youth who lay [G#] on his dying bed. _
_ [C#] _ We took [A#m] no heed [C#] to his dying prayer.
In a narrow grave we buried him there,
In a narrow grave just six by three.
We [G#] buried him there.
_ [C#] _ _
Oh, [A#m] bury me not.
_ [C#] _ _ Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free,
in a narrow grave just six by three.
Oh, bury [G#] me not.
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _