Tonalità: Gb major
Verse 1
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Dobe Bill,
he went a- riding
Through the canyon, in the glow
Of a quiet Sunday morning
Eb
From the town of Angelo
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Ridin' easy on that pinto
That he dearly loved to straddle,
With a six- gun and sombrero
Eb
That was wider than his saddle
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And he's hummin' as he's goin'
Of a simple little song
Ab
That's a- boomin'
through the cactus
Eb
As he's gallopin' along:
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"Oh, I've rid from San Antony
Verse 2
Through the mesquite and the sand
I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,
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Not afraid to play my hand.
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Well, I'm a hootin', shootin' demon
And to have my little fun
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Ab
On my pinto called Apache
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Ab
And Adolphus that's my gun."
Verse 3
Ab
Well straight to Santa Fe he drifted,
And he mills around the town
Sorta gittin' of his bearin's
Eb
As he pours his liquor down
Db
But he's watchin',
always watchin',
Every hombre in the place,
Ab
Like he's mebbe sorta lookin'
For some certain
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Ab
hombre's face.
Verse 4
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Then one night he saunters
careless
To the place of Monte Sam
And he does a bit of playin'
Eb
Like he doesn't give a dam n.
Db
Then all at once it's hushed and quiet,
Like a calm before the blow,
Ab
And the crowd is tense and nervous,
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Ab
And the playin stopped and slow.
Verse 5
Ab
At the bar a man is standin',
Sneerin' as his glances lay,
Like a challenge did he fling 'em,
Eb
Darin' 'em to make the play.
Db
Two- Gun Blake, the Texas killer,
Hated, feared wherever known
Ab
Stood and drank his glass of mescal
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With assurance all his own.
Ab
Verse 6
Then the eyes of Blake, the killer,
Met the glance of Dobe Bill
And they held each one
the other
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With the steel of looks that kill,
Db
Then the tones of Blake came slowly,
With a sneer in every word
Ab
"Well, you've found me!"
But the other gave no sign he
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saw or heard.
Verse 7
Ab
Walkin' calmly toward the speaker,
He advanced with
steady pace
Then he grinned,
and quick as lightnin',
Eb
Slapped him squarely in the face.
Db
"Shoot, you snake!" he
whispered hoarsely.
"Shoot, you lily- livered cur!"
Ab
"Draw! You're always
strong for killin';
Now I'm here to shoot for
Ab
Verse 8
Some there was that claimed they saw it,
As the killer tried to draw
But there's no one knows for certain
Eb
Just exactly what he saw;
Db
I'll agree the shootin' started
Quick as Blake had made his start
Ab
Then a brace of bullets hit him
Eb
Fair and certain through the heart.
Ab
Verse 9
As he fell, his hand was graspin'
For the gun he'd got too
late
With the notches on it showin'
Eb
Like the vagaries of fate.
Db
And the man who stood there lookin'
At the killer as he lay
F
Ab
Murmured: "Nell,
I've kept my promise.
Eb
Ab
I have made that scoundrel pay!"
Verse 10
Ab
Then Dobe Bill, he went a- ridin'
From the town of Santa Fe
On a quiet Sunday morning,
Eb
Goin' happy on his way,
Ab
Ridin' easy on that pinto
That he dearly loved to straddle
With a six- gun and sombrero
Eb
That was wider than his saddle,
Db
And he's a hummin' as he's goin' Of a
Verse 11
Db
simple little song
Ab
That's a- boomin' through the cactus
As he's gallopin' along:
Eb
Verse 12
Ab
"Oh, I'm goin' down the canyon,
Through the mesquite and the sand
I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,
Eb
Not afraid to play my hand.
Db
Well I'm a rootin', shootin' demon
Ab
And I have my little fun
On my pinto called Apache, a- ha,
Eb
And Adolphus that's my gun."
Ab
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