Chords for Angels Can Do No More
Tempo:
130.6 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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We laid young Sammy to his rest, dug a deep hole and we done our best [G] to say the right things as we knocked the dirt from [D] the shovel.
[A] far from God, so near to a [D] life of trouble.
No more than a boy when he died like a man, stood around his grave with our hats in our [G] hands.
Leaning first on one foot and then [D] on the other, [A]
wishing we'd of know what to say to write to his mother.
there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
Least ways the cowboys that [D] knowed him swore, [A]
Sammy done his damage, [G]
[A] far from God, so near to a [D] life of trouble.
No more than a boy when he died like a man, stood around his grave with our hats in our [G] hands.
Leaning first on one foot and then [D] on the other, [A]
wishing we'd of know what to say to write to his mother.
there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
Least ways the cowboys that [D] knowed him swore, [A]
Sammy done his damage, [G]
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We laid young Sammy to his rest, dug a deep hole and we done our best [G] to say the right things as we knocked the dirt from [D] the shovel.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] So [A] far from God, so near to a [D] life of trouble. _ _ _ _ _ _
No more than a boy when he died like a man, stood around his grave with our hats in our [G] hands.
Leaning first on one foot and then [D] on the other, _ _ _ _ _ [A]
wishing we'd of know what to say to write to his mother.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] But there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[G]
Least ways the cowboys that [D] knowed him swore, [A]
Sammy done his damage, _ [G] _
angels [A] can do no [D] more. _ _ _
_ _ We stared at our boots and nobody spoke, till the trail boss coughed and he cleared his throat [G] and said to the cook, tear a plank off the [D] chuck wagon and _
_ [E] _ _ [A] bring it here to mark the grave of our young [D] companion. _ _ _
_ So the wranglers made a fire out of dry prairie coal, the wind fanned the flames till the brandon irons [G] glowed and we burnt in the wood the words we should of been [D] a saying. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] Down on our knees like a bunch of grown men [D] a praying. _ _ _ _
_ [G] But there ain't much to say when [D] a man dies young, [A] before he can do what [D] he should have done.
[G] Least ways the cowboys [D] that knowed him [A] swore, Sammy done his damage, _ _ [G] _ [A] angels can do [D] no more. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Now Sammy rode hard and never complained, two long years on the rocking chair [G] range, chasing them strays down the salt fork of the [D] Red River. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] Angels and cowboys work, it goes on [D] forever. _ _ _ _
_ _ And I ask for myself when it's my turn to die, I hope there's a cow hand or two standing [G] by to pack down the dirt and carry the news to [D] the family and _
_ [E] _ _ [A] say over me what we should of said [D] over Sammy. _ _ _
_ _ [G] But there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[G] Least ways the [D] cowboys that knowed him swore, [A] Sammy done his damage, _ [G] _ _ angels [A] can do no _ [D] more.
_ _ _ [G] No there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have [G] done.
Least ways the [D] cowboys that knowed him swore, [A]
Sammy done his damage, _ _ _ [G]
angels [A] can do no [D] more. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _
We laid young Sammy to his rest, dug a deep hole and we done our best [G] to say the right things as we knocked the dirt from [D] the shovel.
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] So [A] far from God, so near to a [D] life of trouble. _ _ _ _ _ _
No more than a boy when he died like a man, stood around his grave with our hats in our [G] hands.
Leaning first on one foot and then [D] on the other, _ _ _ _ _ [A]
wishing we'd of know what to say to write to his mother.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] But there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[G]
Least ways the cowboys that [D] knowed him swore, [A]
Sammy done his damage, _ [G] _
angels [A] can do no [D] more. _ _ _
_ _ We stared at our boots and nobody spoke, till the trail boss coughed and he cleared his throat [G] and said to the cook, tear a plank off the [D] chuck wagon and _
_ [E] _ _ [A] bring it here to mark the grave of our young [D] companion. _ _ _
_ So the wranglers made a fire out of dry prairie coal, the wind fanned the flames till the brandon irons [G] glowed and we burnt in the wood the words we should of been [D] a saying. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] Down on our knees like a bunch of grown men [D] a praying. _ _ _ _
_ [G] But there ain't much to say when [D] a man dies young, [A] before he can do what [D] he should have done.
[G] Least ways the cowboys [D] that knowed him [A] swore, Sammy done his damage, _ _ [G] _ [A] angels can do [D] no more. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Now Sammy rode hard and never complained, two long years on the rocking chair [G] range, chasing them strays down the salt fork of the [D] Red River. _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [A] Angels and cowboys work, it goes on [D] forever. _ _ _ _
_ _ And I ask for myself when it's my turn to die, I hope there's a cow hand or two standing [G] by to pack down the dirt and carry the news to [D] the family and _
_ [E] _ _ [A] say over me what we should of said [D] over Sammy. _ _ _
_ _ [G] But there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[G] Least ways the [D] cowboys that knowed him swore, [A] Sammy done his damage, _ [G] _ _ angels [A] can do no _ [D] more.
_ _ _ [G] No there ain't much to say [D] when a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have [G] done.
Least ways the [D] cowboys that knowed him swore, [A]
Sammy done his damage, _ _ _ [G]
angels [A] can do no [D] more. _ _ _
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