Chords for Willie Nelson - Tougher Than Leather (Official Video)
Tempo:
125.6 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
A
E
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Cm]
[G]
He
[A]
was tougher than leather, and he didn't care [Em] whether
[A] [D] the sun shined or not.
[E] When a young kid from Cowtown wanted a showdown, and he was careless, or just maybe [A] forgot.
But he died in the gunfire, blinded by sunlight.
Never draw on your face in the sun, [D]
an [E] old tougher than [Bm] leather, [E] just carve one more
notch [A] on his gun.
And when he turned [E] to go, a [Bm] beautiful [E] maiden knelt down where her dead sweetheart [A] lay.
And on his breast placed [B] a rose, while the townspeople stared [E] in dismay.
[A] An old tougher than leather should have known better, but he picked up the rose in [E] his hand.
And the townspeople froze when his hands crushed the rose, and the rose petals fell [F#] [D] in the [A] sand.
[F#]
[B] An old tougher than leather was a full time go-getter, and grass never grew beneath his [F#] feet.
From one town to another he would ride like the wind, but his mind kept going back to [B] the street.
Where a young cowboy died, and a young maiden cried, and rose petals fell in [F#] the sand.
And his heart had been softened by the beautiful maid, and he knew he must see her [B] again.
Well he went back to the town, where it all had come down, and he searched, but his search
was in [F#] vain.
He had wanted to find her and say he was sorry for causing her heart so [B] much pain.
But one night he died from a poison inside, brought on by the wrong he [F#] had done.
An old tougher than leather had carved his last notch on [B] his gun.
[G#]
Well [C#] he was buried at Cowtown, along about sundown, looking good in his new store-bought
[G#] clothes.
When the young maiden came over and knelt down beside him, and on his [Fm] lapel [D#m] [C#] placed a rose.
There's a bird in [F#] the sky, flying high, [C#] flying high, [F#]
[C#] to a place from [G#] a place.
Changing skies,
[C#] changing skies.
[F#]
[C#]
[G#]
[C#]
[F#]
[C#]
[F#] [C#]
[G#]
[G#m] [C#]
[G]
He
[A]
was tougher than leather, and he didn't care [Em] whether
[A] [D] the sun shined or not.
[E] When a young kid from Cowtown wanted a showdown, and he was careless, or just maybe [A] forgot.
But he died in the gunfire, blinded by sunlight.
Never draw on your face in the sun, [D]
an [E] old tougher than [Bm] leather, [E] just carve one more
notch [A] on his gun.
And when he turned [E] to go, a [Bm] beautiful [E] maiden knelt down where her dead sweetheart [A] lay.
And on his breast placed [B] a rose, while the townspeople stared [E] in dismay.
[A] An old tougher than leather should have known better, but he picked up the rose in [E] his hand.
And the townspeople froze when his hands crushed the rose, and the rose petals fell [F#] [D] in the [A] sand.
[F#]
[B] An old tougher than leather was a full time go-getter, and grass never grew beneath his [F#] feet.
From one town to another he would ride like the wind, but his mind kept going back to [B] the street.
Where a young cowboy died, and a young maiden cried, and rose petals fell in [F#] the sand.
And his heart had been softened by the beautiful maid, and he knew he must see her [B] again.
Well he went back to the town, where it all had come down, and he searched, but his search
was in [F#] vain.
He had wanted to find her and say he was sorry for causing her heart so [B] much pain.
But one night he died from a poison inside, brought on by the wrong he [F#] had done.
An old tougher than leather had carved his last notch on [B] his gun.
[G#]
Well [C#] he was buried at Cowtown, along about sundown, looking good in his new store-bought
[G#] clothes.
When the young maiden came over and knelt down beside him, and on his [Fm] lapel [D#m] [C#] placed a rose.
There's a bird in [F#] the sky, flying high, [C#] flying high, [F#]
[C#] to a place from [G#] a place.
Changing skies,
[C#] changing skies.
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[G#]
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[G#m] [C#]
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_ _ He _ _
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was tougher than leather, _ and he didn't care [Em] whether _
[A] [D] the sun shined or not. _
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[E] When a young kid from Cowtown _ _ _ wanted a showdown, _ and he was careless, or just maybe [A] forgot. _ _ _
But he died in the gunfire, _ blinded by sunlight.
_ Never draw on your face in the sun, [D] _ _ _ _
an [E] old tougher than [Bm] leather, _ [E] just carve one more
notch [A] on his gun. _ _ _
_ _ _ And when he turned [E] to go, _ _ _ _ a [Bm] beautiful [E] maiden knelt down where her dead sweetheart [A] lay. _ _
_ _ _ And on his breast placed [B] a rose, _ _ while the _ townspeople stared [E] in dismay. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] An old tougher than leather _ _ should have known better, _ but he picked up the rose in [E] his hand. _ _
_ And the townspeople froze when his hands crushed the rose, _ and the rose petals fell [F#] [D] in the [A] sand. _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [B] An old tougher than leather _ was a full time go-getter, and grass never grew beneath his [F#] feet. _ _ _
From one town to another he would ride like the wind, but his mind kept going back to [B] the street. _ _ _
_ Where a young cowboy died, and a young maiden cried, _ and rose petals fell in [F#] the sand. _ _
_ And his heart had been softened by the beautiful maid, and he knew he must see her [B] again. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Well he went back to the town, where it all had come down, and he searched, but his search
was in [F#] vain. _ _
_ He had wanted to find her and say he was sorry for causing her heart so [B] much pain. _ _
_ But one night he died from a poison _ inside, _ brought on by the wrong he [F#] had done. _ _
_ An old tougher than leather had carved his last notch on [B] his gun. _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
Well [C#] he was buried at Cowtown, _ along about sundown, looking good in his new store-bought
[G#] clothes. _ _
When the young maiden came over and knelt down beside him, and on his [Fm] lapel [D#m] [C#] placed a rose. _ _
_ _ _ There's a bird in [F#] the sky, _ _ _ _ _ _ flying high, [C#] flying _ high, [F#] _
_ [C#] _ _ to a place from [G#] a place. _ _
_ _ Changing skies, _
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_ _ He _ _
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was tougher than leather, _ and he didn't care [Em] whether _
[A] [D] the sun shined or not. _
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[E] When a young kid from Cowtown _ _ _ wanted a showdown, _ and he was careless, or just maybe [A] forgot. _ _ _
But he died in the gunfire, _ blinded by sunlight.
_ Never draw on your face in the sun, [D] _ _ _ _
an [E] old tougher than [Bm] leather, _ [E] just carve one more
notch [A] on his gun. _ _ _
_ _ _ And when he turned [E] to go, _ _ _ _ a [Bm] beautiful [E] maiden knelt down where her dead sweetheart [A] lay. _ _
_ _ _ And on his breast placed [B] a rose, _ _ while the _ townspeople stared [E] in dismay. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] An old tougher than leather _ _ should have known better, _ but he picked up the rose in [E] his hand. _ _
_ And the townspeople froze when his hands crushed the rose, _ and the rose petals fell [F#] [D] in the [A] sand. _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ [B] An old tougher than leather _ was a full time go-getter, and grass never grew beneath his [F#] feet. _ _ _
From one town to another he would ride like the wind, but his mind kept going back to [B] the street. _ _ _
_ Where a young cowboy died, and a young maiden cried, _ and rose petals fell in [F#] the sand. _ _
_ And his heart had been softened by the beautiful maid, and he knew he must see her [B] again. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Well he went back to the town, where it all had come down, and he searched, but his search
was in [F#] vain. _ _
_ He had wanted to find her and say he was sorry for causing her heart so [B] much pain. _ _
_ But one night he died from a poison _ inside, _ brought on by the wrong he [F#] had done. _ _
_ An old tougher than leather had carved his last notch on [B] his gun. _ _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _
Well [C#] he was buried at Cowtown, _ along about sundown, looking good in his new store-bought
[G#] clothes. _ _
When the young maiden came over and knelt down beside him, and on his [Fm] lapel [D#m] [C#] placed a rose. _ _
_ _ _ There's a bird in [F#] the sky, _ _ _ _ _ _ flying high, [C#] flying _ high, [F#] _
_ [C#] _ _ to a place from [G#] a place. _ _
_ _ Changing skies, _
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