Billy The Kid Chords by Chris Ledoux
Tempo:
120.35 bpm
Chords used:
Em
D
Bm
E
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
[Bm]
[E] [F#]
[Em] [D]
[Bm]
[E]
[Em]
In the southern part of Texas, [D] east and west of El [Bm] Paso, where the mighty Franklin Mountains [Em] guard the trail to Mexico,
there's a new-made winner [D] crying and her hearse a-rolling slow, and [Bm] I guess that devil's past this [Em] weekend.
There's a lathered soil [D] stallion running through the Joshua [Bm] trees, a young man in a saddle [Em] with his coattails in the breeze.
He's got a six-gun on his right [D] hip and a rifle at his knee, [Bm] and he's dealing in a game that [Em] he can't win.
Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a [Em] step outside of hell.
Them [D]
[Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
fancy clothes you're wearing [D] and the women in your bed [Bm] can't take away the faces [Em] of the men that you left dead.
As you ride across the bad [D] land with a price upon your head, [Bm] now that wheel of fortune [Em] starts to turn.
Your reputation's grown and [D] it's the biggest in the land, [Bm] and there ain't a lot of people [Em] left who'd want to call your hand.
And I guess you go down shooting [D] just like all branded men.
[Bm] When you shake hands with the devil, you [Em] get burned.
Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a [Em] step outside of hell.
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a step [Em] outside of hell.
[D] [Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Em] [Am] [Em]
[E] [Bm]
[B]
[E]
[Bm]
[E] [F#]
[Em] [D]
[Bm]
[E]
[Em]
In the southern part of Texas, [D] east and west of El [Bm] Paso, where the mighty Franklin Mountains [Em] guard the trail to Mexico,
there's a new-made winner [D] crying and her hearse a-rolling slow, and [Bm] I guess that devil's past this [Em] weekend.
There's a lathered soil [D] stallion running through the Joshua [Bm] trees, a young man in a saddle [Em] with his coattails in the breeze.
He's got a six-gun on his right [D] hip and a rifle at his knee, [Bm] and he's dealing in a game that [Em] he can't win.
Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a [Em] step outside of hell.
Them [D]
[Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
fancy clothes you're wearing [D] and the women in your bed [Bm] can't take away the faces [Em] of the men that you left dead.
As you ride across the bad [D] land with a price upon your head, [Bm] now that wheel of fortune [Em] starts to turn.
Your reputation's grown and [D] it's the biggest in the land, [Bm] and there ain't a lot of people [Em] left who'd want to call your hand.
And I guess you go down shooting [D] just like all branded men.
[Bm] When you shake hands with the devil, you [Em] get burned.
Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a [Em] step outside of hell.
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a step [Em] outside of hell.
[D] [Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Bm] [Em]
[D]
[Em] [Am] [Em]
[E] [Bm]
[B]
[E]
Key:
Em
D
Bm
E
C
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Bm
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ In the southern part of Texas, [D] east and west of El [Bm] Paso, where the mighty Franklin Mountains [Em] guard the trail to Mexico,
there's a new-made winner [D] crying and her hearse a-rolling slow, and [Bm] I guess that devil's past this [Em] weekend.
_ _ There's a lathered soil [D] stallion running through the Joshua [Bm] trees, a young man in a saddle [Em] with his coattails in the breeze.
He's got a six-gun on his right [D] hip and a rifle at his knee, [Bm] and he's dealing in a game that [Em] he can't win.
_ Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a [Em] step outside of hell.
Them _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ fancy clothes you're wearing [D] and the women in your bed [Bm] can't take away the faces [Em] of the men that you left dead.
As you ride across the bad [D] land with a price upon your head, [Bm] now that wheel of fortune [Em] starts to turn.
_ _ Your reputation's grown and [D] it's the biggest in the land, [Bm] and there ain't a lot of people [Em] left who'd want to call your hand.
And I guess you go down shooting [D] just like all branded men.
[Bm] When you shake hands with the devil, you [Em] get burned.
_ Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a [Em] step outside of hell.
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a step [Em] outside of hell.
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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ In the southern part of Texas, [D] east and west of El [Bm] Paso, where the mighty Franklin Mountains [Em] guard the trail to Mexico,
there's a new-made winner [D] crying and her hearse a-rolling slow, and [Bm] I guess that devil's past this [Em] weekend.
_ _ There's a lathered soil [D] stallion running through the Joshua [Bm] trees, a young man in a saddle [Em] with his coattails in the breeze.
He's got a six-gun on his right [D] hip and a rifle at his knee, [Bm] and he's dealing in a game that [Em] he can't win.
_ Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a [Em] step outside of hell.
Them _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _
_ _ fancy clothes you're wearing [D] and the women in your bed [Bm] can't take away the faces [Em] of the men that you left dead.
As you ride across the bad [D] land with a price upon your head, [Bm] now that wheel of fortune [Em] starts to turn.
_ _ Your reputation's grown and [D] it's the biggest in the land, [Bm] and there ain't a lot of people [Em] left who'd want to call your hand.
And I guess you go down shooting [D] just like all branded men.
[Bm] When you shake hands with the devil, you [Em] get burned.
_ Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a [Em] step outside of hell.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ Poor Billy Bonny, [D] you're only 21.
[C] That Garrett's got your name on [G] every bullet in his gun.
[Em] Each notch you carve in your six [D]-gun's got a bloody tale to tell.
[Bm] You're a mile ahead of Garrett, and a step [Em] outside of hell.
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