Death Row All-Stars

Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: AmCapotraste: 3rd traste [Intro/Between verses] Am Am E Am e|------0------2----------0-----0---| B|----1------1------0-3-3---3-1-1---| G|--2------2-----h1-------------2---| x2 D|--2------2-----h2-------------2---| A|--0------0-----h2-------------0---| E|--0------0------0-------------0---| [Verse 1] Am Where the Rockies meet the Plains E Am Towns rose up to meet the trains Am Frontier justice handed down E Am Rawlins was that kind of town F Em They’d hang somebody now & then E Am Make some shoes out of their skin Am Put them up there on display E Am Reminding folks crime didn’t pay [Verse 2] Am Wyoming built a state pen here E Am For the worst of men to spend their years Am Tom Horn had been the last to hang E Am Before the shortstop Joseph Seng F Em Now all my teammates, one by one E Am And each of us a mother’s son Am Will follow to the gallows pole E Am Lord have mercy on my soul [Verse 3] Am The day that Warden Allston came E Am He hung a picture he had framed Am Of Connie Mack, his eyes ablaze E Am Sitting with his World Champ A’s F Em He ordered balls & bats & gloves E Am To form a prison baseball club Am Teams from all across the west E Am Would testify we were the best [Verse 4] Am Practice in the prison yard E Am Concrete diamond, pocked and scarred Am I only lived to crush that ball E Am Somewhere far beyond the walls F Em To places I won’t ever see E Am Go on ball, you go for me Am Give those lawmen all the drop E Am Keep on rolling, never stop [Verse 5] Am On game days homemade banners hung E Am The streets were full, the bells were rung A The Carbon County Volunteer Band E Am Played for people in the stands F Em Dark blue flannels trimmed with white E Am They fit just fine, baggy or tight Am Compared to wearing prison blues E Am They kept us off the working crews [Verse 6] Am 1911, 1912 E Am Trophies on the warden’s shelf Am We went 39 & 6 E Am Against a clock that always ticks F Em The warden bet on us to win E Am So did the judge, the two were friends Am Our executions would be stayed E Am Depending on how well we played [Verse 7] Am Yesterday I struck out twice E Am Lay all night on a bed of ice Am The warden called me in this morn E Am Asked me for my uniform F Em Offered me a cigarette E Am Told me that my date’s been set Am Tomorrow, should the sun still rise E Am I would be the most surprised [Verse 8] Am This here 5 x 7 cell E Am At the old Crossbar Hotel Am I’ll leave things just the way they are E Am The photographs, the baseball cards F Em Whoever has to take them down E Am There’s one of me out on the mound Am Send it to my Mama, please E Am And say I died from some disease *********************************** | h Hammer-on ***********************************