Cifra de Colfax County Jail - The Tobasco Donkeys
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[Verse 1]
Em G
I was out a ridin' on a snowy winter's eve
D Em
comin' home from the Baldy Mountain Gold.
G D Em
In the tavern of the town while the sun was sinking down,
G D Em
I stopped to drive away the cold,
D Em
rye whiskey to drive away the cold.
[Verse 2]
Em G
In the corner of the room sat a man with hardened eyes,
D Em
and he called for to drink another round.
G D Em
But the whiskey came too slow and he turned as if to go
G D Em
and he dropped that ancient bar keep down,
D Em
he pistol-whipped that poor man to the ground.
[Verse 3]
Em G
Then he turned around to me with a smile still on his face
D Em
and he slowly started walking to the door.
G D Em
So I turned and asked him when he started beating helpless men
G D Em
and he paused in the middle of the floor,
D Em
and someone hollered, “Even up the score”.
[Verse 4]
Em G
Then he turned around to me with that gun still in his hand
and I swear I saw the hammer coming down.
G D Em
And the next thing that I knew when the smoke had cleared the room
G D Em
he was lying still upon the ground,
D Em
and the lawman of the town was coming 'round.
[Chorus]
Am* Em
I wish that I was home in old Virginia on the farm
D Em
Whippoorwill singing on the rail. But the wind is blowing cold
G D Em
on the New Mexico plains and I'm lying in the Colfax County Jail.
[Verse 5]
Em G
Now I'm lying here tonight with these shackles on my feet and the
D Em G D
winter wind is screamin' past the moon. Well I know I should have run
Em G D Em
instead of fightin' with a gun. I'm much too young to die this soon,
D Em
this night in Colfax County's been my doom.
[Chorus]
Am* Em
I wish that I was home in old Virginia on the farm
D Em
Whippoorwill singing on the rail. But the wind is blowing cold
G D Em
on the New Mexico plains and I'm lying in the Colfax County Jail.
[Chorus]
Am* Em
I wish that I was home in old Virginia on the farm
D Em
Whippoorwill singing on the rail. But the wind is blowing cold
G D Em
on the New Mexico plains and I'm lying in the Colfax County Jail.