Chris LeDoux

^Am In the southern part of Texas, east and ^G west of El Paso
Where the mighty Franklin Mountains guard the ^Am trail to Mexico.
There’s a new made widow cryin’ and a ^G hurse a-rollin’ slow,
And I ^Em guess that Devil’s passed this way a ^Am gain.
^Am There’s a lathered sorrel stallion runnin’ ^G through the Joshua Trees,
A young man in the saddle with his ^Am coat tails in the breeze.
Got a six gun on his right hip and a ^G rifle at his knee,
And he’s ^Em dealin’ in a game that he can’t ^Am win.
CHORUS
^Am Poor Billy Bonney, you’re ^G only twenty-one,
Pat Garrett’s got your name on every ^Am bullet in his gun.
Each notch you carved on your six-gun’s got a ^G bloody tale to tell
Well, you’re a mile ahead of Garrett and a ^Em step outside of ^Am hell.
^Am Them fancy clothes you’re wearin’ and the ^G women in your bed,
Can’t take away the faces of the ^Am men that you left dead.
As you ride across the badlands with a ^G price upon your head,
^Em Now that wheel or fortune starts to ^Am turn.
^Am Your reputation’s grown till it’s the ^G biggest in the land,
And there ain’t a lot of people left who ^Am wanna call your hand.
And I guess you’ll go down shootin’ just ^G like all brand of men,
And when you ^Em shake hands with the Devil you get ^Am burned.
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