Chords for Midnight,the Unconquered Outlaw 1936 ---- Wilf Carter
Tempo:
98.55 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Gm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F] [C]
[F] Way [Bb] down in old [F] Wyoming, [Bb] way out on the [F] grassy plain,
[Bb] There's a horse that's never [F] been conquered, [C] called Midnight of Rodeo [F] Fame.
He was [C] once a hard [F]-working pony, [Bb] herding doggies way out on [F] the rain.
[Bb] I'm envy to most of [F] the cowboys for [C] his shining black coat [F] and long mane.
[Gm] One day while out [F] on the prairie, [Bb] he took pride out a mere [F] tumblewee.
That [Bb] sent this black horse [F] into bucking, [C] he was no more a [F] cowpony steed.
He was soon [C] taken [F] out to the round-off, [Gm] on his back no [F] rider could reign,
But would [Gm] go twisting [F] high in the heaven, [C] and fall like a [F] stone to the plain.
In [Bb] the chute he would [F] stand just a [Bb]-shakin', with hate gleaming out [F] of his eye.
[Gm] When turned out he'd leave [F] for the heaven, [C] a twisting black streak [F] there on high.
Then he'd dive like [C] old [F] Strawberry Rowan, that [Bb] once [F] tyrannized all the rain.
But [Bb]
Midnight, the [F] world's king of outlaws, [C] never stopped for to [F] hand you your chain.
With a [Gm] snort he would [F] greet you defiant, [Gm] swap ends with the [F] greatest of ease.
And [Gm] leave his [F] rider a-sailing, [C] along through the dust [F] and debris.
Many years he [C] has fought [F] for his free-do, [Gm] stampeding north, [F] south, east and west.
[Gm] Piling up [F] all the good riders, [C] even Turk was [F] considered the best.
Ne'er [Gm] again a touch [F] of the saddle, [Gm] nor raking a spur [F] along his side.
[Gm] His stampeding days they [F] are over, he [C] has won the last great [F] final ride.
His [C] last stand in Cheyenne, [F] Wyoming, [Gm] was the greatest in all his [F] career.
[Gm] And now he has won out his [F] freedom, [C] at the age of just [F] seventeen years.
And [Gm] now he's the king [F] of all outlaws, [Bb] even the Strawberry and Ridge [F]-running Rowan.
He [Bb] can snort, he can greet them [F] defiant, he [C] majestically stands on [F] his throne.
As [C] years roll by, there [F] will linger [Bb] a story of [F] many a fall.
And [Gm] cowboys will tell of the [F] stampede, [C] and Midnight the unconquered [F] outlaw.
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[F] Way [Bb] down in old [F] Wyoming, [Bb] way out on the [F] grassy plain,
[Bb] There's a horse that's never [F] been conquered, [C] called Midnight of Rodeo [F] Fame.
He was [C] once a hard [F]-working pony, [Bb] herding doggies way out on [F] the rain.
[Bb] I'm envy to most of [F] the cowboys for [C] his shining black coat [F] and long mane.
[Gm] One day while out [F] on the prairie, [Bb] he took pride out a mere [F] tumblewee.
That [Bb] sent this black horse [F] into bucking, [C] he was no more a [F] cowpony steed.
He was soon [C] taken [F] out to the round-off, [Gm] on his back no [F] rider could reign,
But would [Gm] go twisting [F] high in the heaven, [C] and fall like a [F] stone to the plain.
In [Bb] the chute he would [F] stand just a [Bb]-shakin', with hate gleaming out [F] of his eye.
[Gm] When turned out he'd leave [F] for the heaven, [C] a twisting black streak [F] there on high.
Then he'd dive like [C] old [F] Strawberry Rowan, that [Bb] once [F] tyrannized all the rain.
But [Bb]
Midnight, the [F] world's king of outlaws, [C] never stopped for to [F] hand you your chain.
With a [Gm] snort he would [F] greet you defiant, [Gm] swap ends with the [F] greatest of ease.
And [Gm] leave his [F] rider a-sailing, [C] along through the dust [F] and debris.
Many years he [C] has fought [F] for his free-do, [Gm] stampeding north, [F] south, east and west.
[Gm] Piling up [F] all the good riders, [C] even Turk was [F] considered the best.
Ne'er [Gm] again a touch [F] of the saddle, [Gm] nor raking a spur [F] along his side.
[Gm] His stampeding days they [F] are over, he [C] has won the last great [F] final ride.
His [C] last stand in Cheyenne, [F] Wyoming, [Gm] was the greatest in all his [F] career.
[Gm] And now he has won out his [F] freedom, [C] at the age of just [F] seventeen years.
And [Gm] now he's the king [F] of all outlaws, [Bb] even the Strawberry and Ridge [F]-running Rowan.
He [Bb] can snort, he can greet them [F] defiant, he [C] majestically stands on [F] his throne.
As [C] years roll by, there [F] will linger [Bb] a story of [F] many a fall.
And [Gm] cowboys will tell of the [F] stampede, [C] and Midnight the unconquered [F] outlaw.
[N]
Key:
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[F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] _ _ Way [Bb] down in old [F] Wyoming, [Bb] way out on the [F] grassy plain,
_ [Bb] There's a horse that's never [F] been conquered, [C] called Midnight of Rodeo [F] Fame.
He was [C] once a hard [F]-working pony, [Bb] herding doggies way out on [F] the rain.
[Bb] I'm envy to most of [F] the cowboys for [C] his shining black coat [F] and long mane.
[Gm] One day while out [F] on the prairie, [Bb] he took pride out a mere [F] _ _ tumblewee.
That [Bb] sent this black horse [F] into bucking, [C] he was no more a [F] cowpony steed.
He was soon [C] taken [F] out to the round-off, [Gm] on his back no [F] rider could reign,
But would [Gm] go twisting [F] high in the heaven, [C] and fall like a [F] stone to the plain.
In [Bb] the chute he would [F] stand just a _ [Bb]-shakin', with hate gleaming out [F] of his eye.
[Gm] When turned out he'd leave [F] for the heaven, [C] a twisting black streak [F] there on high.
Then he'd dive like [C] old [F] Strawberry Rowan, that [Bb] once [F] tyrannized all the rain.
But [Bb]
Midnight, the [F] world's king of outlaws, [C] never stopped for to [F] hand you your chain.
With a [Gm] snort he would [F] greet you defiant, _ [Gm] swap ends with the [F] greatest of ease.
And [Gm] leave his [F] rider a-sailing, _ [C] along through the dust [F] and debris.
Many years he [C] has fought [F] for his free-do, _ [Gm] stampeding north, [F] south, east and west.
[Gm] Piling up [F] all the good riders, [C] even Turk was [F] considered the best.
Ne'er [Gm] again a touch [F] of the saddle, [Gm] nor raking a spur [F] along his side.
_ [Gm] His stampeding days they [F] are over, he [C] has won the last great [F] final ride.
His [C] last stand in Cheyenne, [F] Wyoming, [Gm] was the greatest in all his [F] career.
[Gm] And now he has won out his [F] freedom, [C] at the age of just [F] seventeen years.
And [Gm] now he's the king [F] of all outlaws, [Bb] even the Strawberry and Ridge [F]-running Rowan.
He [Bb] can snort, he can greet them [F] defiant, he [C] majestically stands on [F] his throne.
As [C] years roll by, there [F] will linger [Bb] a story of [F] many a fall.
And [Gm] cowboys will tell of the [F] stampede, [C] and Midnight the unconquered [F] outlaw.
_ _ _ [N] _
[F] _ _ Way [Bb] down in old [F] Wyoming, [Bb] way out on the [F] grassy plain,
_ [Bb] There's a horse that's never [F] been conquered, [C] called Midnight of Rodeo [F] Fame.
He was [C] once a hard [F]-working pony, [Bb] herding doggies way out on [F] the rain.
[Bb] I'm envy to most of [F] the cowboys for [C] his shining black coat [F] and long mane.
[Gm] One day while out [F] on the prairie, [Bb] he took pride out a mere [F] _ _ tumblewee.
That [Bb] sent this black horse [F] into bucking, [C] he was no more a [F] cowpony steed.
He was soon [C] taken [F] out to the round-off, [Gm] on his back no [F] rider could reign,
But would [Gm] go twisting [F] high in the heaven, [C] and fall like a [F] stone to the plain.
In [Bb] the chute he would [F] stand just a _ [Bb]-shakin', with hate gleaming out [F] of his eye.
[Gm] When turned out he'd leave [F] for the heaven, [C] a twisting black streak [F] there on high.
Then he'd dive like [C] old [F] Strawberry Rowan, that [Bb] once [F] tyrannized all the rain.
But [Bb]
Midnight, the [F] world's king of outlaws, [C] never stopped for to [F] hand you your chain.
With a [Gm] snort he would [F] greet you defiant, _ [Gm] swap ends with the [F] greatest of ease.
And [Gm] leave his [F] rider a-sailing, _ [C] along through the dust [F] and debris.
Many years he [C] has fought [F] for his free-do, _ [Gm] stampeding north, [F] south, east and west.
[Gm] Piling up [F] all the good riders, [C] even Turk was [F] considered the best.
Ne'er [Gm] again a touch [F] of the saddle, [Gm] nor raking a spur [F] along his side.
_ [Gm] His stampeding days they [F] are over, he [C] has won the last great [F] final ride.
His [C] last stand in Cheyenne, [F] Wyoming, [Gm] was the greatest in all his [F] career.
[Gm] And now he has won out his [F] freedom, [C] at the age of just [F] seventeen years.
And [Gm] now he's the king [F] of all outlaws, [Bb] even the Strawberry and Ridge [F]-running Rowan.
He [Bb] can snort, he can greet them [F] defiant, he [C] majestically stands on [F] his throne.
As [C] years roll by, there [F] will linger [Bb] a story of [F] many a fall.
And [Gm] cowboys will tell of the [F] stampede, [C] and Midnight the unconquered [F] outlaw.
_ _ _ [N] _