Chords for Dying Crapshooter's Blues - Danny Ward plays Blind Willie McTell

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_ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C#m] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ [C#] _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ Little Jesse was a gambler, [A] night and day.
_ _ [Em] He used [C] crooked cards [Dm] and dice. _ _
Sinful guy, good-hearted, [A] but he had no soul.
His heart was hot and [Dm] cold like ice. _
Little Jesse was a wild, reckless [A] gambler, and he won a gang of change.
_ [C] Many gamblers' heart he left [Dm] in pain.
_ Began to spend and lose his money, [A] began to be blue and all alone.
You [C] know his heart had even turned [Dm] to stone.
But what broke Jesse's heart when [A] he was blue and all alone?
Sweet Lorena, packed up [Dm] and gone. _ _
Police walked up and shot [A] my friend Jesse down.
They said, [C#] boys, I gotta [Dm] die today.
_ [Bm] He had a gang of gamblers gather round his bedside.
They hear the words he had to [Dm] say. _ _ _
[Bm] He said, I guess I [B] ought to know _ just _ _ _ exactly [A] how I want to go.
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How you want to go, Jesse?
_ _ [Dm] I want eight crapshooters for my pallbearers. _
Let them be dressed down in [A] black.
_ I want nine men going to the [C] graveyard, buddy, and only eight men coming [Dm] back.
I want a gang of gamblers gather round my coffee side.
Put a crooked dice printed on [A] my hearse.
[B] They'll go, snake, [G#] crapshooter, never believe over me.
My life's been a [A] doggone curse. _ _
_ _ [Dm] Send poker players to the graveyard.
_ Dig my grave with [A] the ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
High sheriff playing [C] blackjack to [Dm] lead the parade.
I want the judge and solicitor who jailed me fourteen times.
Put a pair of dice [A] in my shoes.
Then [F] what?
Then a deck of cards be my tombstone.
Buddy, [A#] I got the [A] nine [F] crapshooters blues.
_ [D#] _ _
[Dm] Sixteen real good crapshooters. _ _
Sixteen bootleggers [A] sing a song. _ _
[B] Sixteen [F] racket men gambling.
A couple ten [Am] bra while I'm [E] rolling [Dm] along.
We wanted twenty-two women at a Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six off a [A] South Bell.
_ _ [B] Twenty-nine women [A] at a North Atlantic.
You know, Jesse didn't [C] pass out [Dm] so swell.
_ _ His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to hell bouncing and jumping.
_ [D] Folks gonna be standing around Jesse [A] crying.
_ _ He wants everyone to do the [C] Charleston [C#m] whilst [Dm] he's dying.
[F] _
One foot up, _ toenail dragging.
Throw my buddy Jesse in a hoodoo wagon. _
Come here mama with that can [D] of boots.
[F] The dying _ crapshooters going [Dm] down slow.
[F] The dying [C] crapshooters leaving [D] the world.
[F]
With the dying [Gm] _ _ [F] crapshooters blues. _
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