Chords for Blind Willie McTell - Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues
Tempo:
144.3 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
G
C
D
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] I started writing the song in 29.
I didn't finish it until 1932.
Mr.
Williams, his name was Jesse Williams.
See, he got shot here on Colon Street.
And after he got shot, I took him home.
He was sick about three weeks after I took him home.
Sick from the shot.
And so he gave me this request.
[G] Then [C] he wanted me to play this over his grave.
That I [F] did.
See, I had [A] to steal music from every which way to get it.
[G] But I messed it up in a way, somehow or other, just to suit him.
I finally played what he wanted.
But he got everything he wanted but the women from Atlanta.
He didn't get the women from Atlanta.
Because it was too far for them to come.
He was buried in New York.
I took him there in Amalanche.
It cost me $200, I think $282, I think, or $85, I think.
A man charged me for taking him home.
But he was able.
His father gave him everything he wanted.
He gave me everything he wanted but the women in Atlanta.
He didn't have the 16 women, the 22 women out of the Hamilton Hotel.
He didn't have that.
He didn't have the 29 out of North Atlanta.
And he didn't have the 26 off South Bell.
Which might have been called Hill Street.
That's where he hung out at, you know.
Doing his women-loving time, you know.
After getting shot, I carried him home.
I sat by his bedside every day.
And he would tell me what he wanted.
I would tell his daddy.
So after he died, daddy said, well, everything he wanted, we'll get it.
So he got everything but the women from Atlanta.
So I had to play the dying crap-shooter's blues.
That's what [B] I was supposed to name [Bbm] it.
[Am] [Bbm]
[C] [Gm] [D]
[G] [Gm]
Little Jesse was a gambler, [D] night and day.
He used crooked [G] cards and [Gm] dice.
Sent the guy good-hearted [D] but had no soul.
Heart was hard [G] and cold like [Gm]
ice.
Jesse was a wild, reckless [D] gambler, won a gang of change.
Although many gamblers [G] already led in [Gm] pain.
He began to spend and lose his money, began to be blue.
[D] Sat in all alone.
His heart had even turned [Gm] stone.
What broke Jesse's heart [D] while he was blue and all alone?
Sweet Lorine had packed [G] up [Gm] and gone.
Police walked [C] up and [D] shot my friend Jesse down.
Boy, the guy [Gm] died a day.
[Em] He had a gang of crap [A]-shooters and gamblers at his bedside.
Here are the [Am] words he [Gm] had to say.
[Bbm] Yes, I ought to know exactly [C] how [Gm] I want to go.
How you want to go, Jesse?
Eight crap-shooters to be my forbearance.
[Bm] Let them be felled [Gm] down in black.
I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba.
[D] And eight men [Gm] coming back.
I want [E] a gang of gamblers [A] gathered around my Corbin's side.
Crooked card printed [C] on [Gm] my hearse.
[E] Don't say the crap-shooters [A] will ever grieve over me.
[B] My life's been a [A] doggone curse.
[G] Send [Gm] poker players to the graveyard.
[D] Dig my grave with the [Gm] ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
[C] I [Bm] shall have playing blackjack [Gm] lead the parade.
I [Em] want the [Db] judges to enlist to who jailed me fourteen times.
I want a pair of [G] dice in my [Gm] shoes.
Then what?
[C]
[Bb] Let a deck of cards be my tombstone.
[F] I got the [Cm] dying crap [Bb]-shooters blue.
[A] [G] [Gm]
Sixteen real good crap-shooters.
Sixteen [C] bootleggers [D] to sing a song.
[Gm] Sixteen racket men gambling.
[Am] [D] A couple of tens bought while I'm rolling [Gm] along.
He wanted twenty-two women down at the Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six [C] off a [D] south bell.
[Gm] Twenty-nine women out of North Atlanta.
No, little [D] Jesse didn't pass [Gm] out so swell.
His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to hell bouncing and jumping.
Folks, don't be [C] standing around old [D] Jesse crying.
[G] He wants everybody to do the [C] Charleston while [Gm] he's dying.
One [C] foot [Bb] up, a [C] toenail [Bb] dragging.
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon.
Come here mama with that [G] can of booze.
The [F] dying crap [Bb]-shooters leaving [G] the world.
The [F] dying crap-shooters [Gm] going [Am] [G] down slow.
[Gm] [C] With the dying [F] crap [Bb]-shooters blues.
I didn't finish it until 1932.
Mr.
Williams, his name was Jesse Williams.
See, he got shot here on Colon Street.
And after he got shot, I took him home.
He was sick about three weeks after I took him home.
Sick from the shot.
And so he gave me this request.
[G] Then [C] he wanted me to play this over his grave.
That I [F] did.
See, I had [A] to steal music from every which way to get it.
[G] But I messed it up in a way, somehow or other, just to suit him.
I finally played what he wanted.
But he got everything he wanted but the women from Atlanta.
He didn't get the women from Atlanta.
Because it was too far for them to come.
He was buried in New York.
I took him there in Amalanche.
It cost me $200, I think $282, I think, or $85, I think.
A man charged me for taking him home.
But he was able.
His father gave him everything he wanted.
He gave me everything he wanted but the women in Atlanta.
He didn't have the 16 women, the 22 women out of the Hamilton Hotel.
He didn't have that.
He didn't have the 29 out of North Atlanta.
And he didn't have the 26 off South Bell.
Which might have been called Hill Street.
That's where he hung out at, you know.
Doing his women-loving time, you know.
After getting shot, I carried him home.
I sat by his bedside every day.
And he would tell me what he wanted.
I would tell his daddy.
So after he died, daddy said, well, everything he wanted, we'll get it.
So he got everything but the women from Atlanta.
So I had to play the dying crap-shooter's blues.
That's what [B] I was supposed to name [Bbm] it.
[Am] [Bbm]
[C] [Gm] [D]
[G] [Gm]
Little Jesse was a gambler, [D] night and day.
He used crooked [G] cards and [Gm] dice.
Sent the guy good-hearted [D] but had no soul.
Heart was hard [G] and cold like [Gm]
ice.
Jesse was a wild, reckless [D] gambler, won a gang of change.
Although many gamblers [G] already led in [Gm] pain.
He began to spend and lose his money, began to be blue.
[D] Sat in all alone.
His heart had even turned [Gm] stone.
What broke Jesse's heart [D] while he was blue and all alone?
Sweet Lorine had packed [G] up [Gm] and gone.
Police walked [C] up and [D] shot my friend Jesse down.
Boy, the guy [Gm] died a day.
[Em] He had a gang of crap [A]-shooters and gamblers at his bedside.
Here are the [Am] words he [Gm] had to say.
[Bbm] Yes, I ought to know exactly [C] how [Gm] I want to go.
How you want to go, Jesse?
Eight crap-shooters to be my forbearance.
[Bm] Let them be felled [Gm] down in black.
I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba.
[D] And eight men [Gm] coming back.
I want [E] a gang of gamblers [A] gathered around my Corbin's side.
Crooked card printed [C] on [Gm] my hearse.
[E] Don't say the crap-shooters [A] will ever grieve over me.
[B] My life's been a [A] doggone curse.
[G] Send [Gm] poker players to the graveyard.
[D] Dig my grave with the [Gm] ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
[C] I [Bm] shall have playing blackjack [Gm] lead the parade.
I [Em] want the [Db] judges to enlist to who jailed me fourteen times.
I want a pair of [G] dice in my [Gm] shoes.
Then what?
[C]
[Bb] Let a deck of cards be my tombstone.
[F] I got the [Cm] dying crap [Bb]-shooters blue.
[A] [G] [Gm]
Sixteen real good crap-shooters.
Sixteen [C] bootleggers [D] to sing a song.
[Gm] Sixteen racket men gambling.
[Am] [D] A couple of tens bought while I'm rolling [Gm] along.
He wanted twenty-two women down at the Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six [C] off a [D] south bell.
[Gm] Twenty-nine women out of North Atlanta.
No, little [D] Jesse didn't pass [Gm] out so swell.
His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to hell bouncing and jumping.
Folks, don't be [C] standing around old [D] Jesse crying.
[G] He wants everybody to do the [C] Charleston while [Gm] he's dying.
One [C] foot [Bb] up, a [C] toenail [Bb] dragging.
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon.
Come here mama with that [G] can of booze.
The [F] dying crap [Bb]-shooters leaving [G] the world.
The [F] dying crap-shooters [Gm] going [Am] [G] down slow.
[Gm] [C] With the dying [F] crap [Bb]-shooters blues.
Key:
Gm
G
C
D
F
Gm
G
C
[F] I started writing the song in 29.
I didn't finish it until 1932. _ _ _
_ Mr.
Williams, his name was Jesse Williams. _
See, he got shot here on Colon Street.
And after he got shot, I took him home.
He was sick about three weeks after I took him home.
Sick from the shot.
And so he gave me this request.
_ [G] Then [C] he wanted me to play this over his grave.
That I [F] did.
_ See, I had [A] to steal music from every which way to get it.
_ [G] _ _ But I messed it up in a way, somehow or other, just to suit him.
I finally played what he wanted.
But he got everything he wanted but the women from Atlanta.
He didn't get the women from Atlanta.
Because it was too far for them to come.
He was buried in New York.
I took him there in Amalanche.
It cost me $200, _ I think $282, I think, or $85, I think. _
A man charged me for taking him home.
_ But he was able.
_ _ His father gave him everything he wanted.
He gave me everything he wanted but the women in Atlanta. _
He didn't have the 16 women, the 22 women out of the Hamilton Hotel.
He didn't have that.
_ He didn't have the 29 _ _ out of North Atlanta. _
And he didn't have the 26 off South Bell. _ _
Which might have been called Hill Street. _
That's where he hung out at, you know.
Doing _ his women-loving time, you know.
After getting shot, I carried him home.
I sat by his bedside every day.
And he would tell me what he wanted.
I would tell his daddy.
_ _ _ So after he died, daddy said, well, everything he wanted, we'll get it. _ _ _
So he got everything but the women from Atlanta.
So I had to play the dying crap-shooter's blues. _
That's what [B] I was supposed to name [Bbm] it.
_ [Am] _ _ [Bbm] _
_ [C] _ [Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
Little Jesse was a gambler, _ [D] night and day. _
_ He used crooked [G] cards and [Gm] dice.
_ _ Sent the guy good-hearted [D] but had no soul.
_ Heart was hard [G] and cold like [Gm]
ice.
_ Jesse was a wild, reckless [D] gambler, won a gang of change.
_ Although many gamblers [G] already led in [Gm] pain.
_ He began to spend and lose his money, began to be blue.
_ [D] Sat in all alone.
His heart had even turned [Gm] stone. _ _
What broke Jesse's heart [D] while he was blue and all alone? _ _
Sweet Lorine had packed [G] up [Gm] and gone. _ _
Police walked [C] up and [D] shot my friend Jesse down.
Boy, the guy [Gm] died a day.
_ [Em] He had a gang of crap [A]-shooters and gamblers at his bedside.
Here are the [Am] words he [Gm] had to say.
_ _ [Bbm] Yes, I ought to know exactly [C] how [Gm] I want to go.
How you want to go, Jesse?
_ Eight crap-shooters to be my _ forbearance.
[Bm] Let them be felled [Gm] down in black.
I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba.
[D] And eight men [Gm] coming back.
I want [E] a gang of gamblers [A] gathered around my Corbin's side.
_ Crooked card printed [C] on [Gm] my hearse.
_ [E] Don't say the crap-shooters [A] will ever grieve over me.
[B] My life's been a [A] doggone curse. _
_ [G] _ Send [Gm] poker players to the graveyard.
_ [D] Dig my grave with the [Gm] ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
[C] I [Bm] shall have playing blackjack [Gm] lead the parade.
I [Em] want the [Db] judges to enlist to who jailed me fourteen times.
I want a pair of [G] dice in my [Gm] shoes.
Then what?
[C] _
[Bb] Let a deck of cards be my tombstone.
[F] I got the [Cm] dying crap [Bb]-shooters blue.
_ [A] _ [G] _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ Sixteen real good crap-shooters.
_ _ Sixteen [C] bootleggers [D] to sing a song.
_ _ [Gm] Sixteen racket men gambling.
[Am] [D] A couple of tens bought while I'm rolling [Gm] along.
He wanted twenty-two women down at the Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six [C] off a [D] south bell.
_ [Gm] Twenty-nine women out of North Atlanta.
No, little [D] Jesse didn't pass [Gm] out so swell.
_ His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to hell bouncing and jumping.
Folks, don't be [C] standing around old [D] Jesse crying.
[G] He wants everybody to do the [C] Charleston while [Gm] he's dying.
One [C] foot [Bb] up, a [C] toenail [Bb] dragging.
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon.
Come here mama with that [G] can of booze.
The [F] dying crap [Bb]-shooters leaving [G] the world.
The [F] dying crap-shooters [Gm] going [Am] [G] down slow.
[Gm] _ [C] With the dying [F] crap [Bb]-shooters blues. _ _
I didn't finish it until 1932. _ _ _
_ Mr.
Williams, his name was Jesse Williams. _
See, he got shot here on Colon Street.
And after he got shot, I took him home.
He was sick about three weeks after I took him home.
Sick from the shot.
And so he gave me this request.
_ [G] Then [C] he wanted me to play this over his grave.
That I [F] did.
_ See, I had [A] to steal music from every which way to get it.
_ [G] _ _ But I messed it up in a way, somehow or other, just to suit him.
I finally played what he wanted.
But he got everything he wanted but the women from Atlanta.
He didn't get the women from Atlanta.
Because it was too far for them to come.
He was buried in New York.
I took him there in Amalanche.
It cost me $200, _ I think $282, I think, or $85, I think. _
A man charged me for taking him home.
_ But he was able.
_ _ His father gave him everything he wanted.
He gave me everything he wanted but the women in Atlanta. _
He didn't have the 16 women, the 22 women out of the Hamilton Hotel.
He didn't have that.
_ He didn't have the 29 _ _ out of North Atlanta. _
And he didn't have the 26 off South Bell. _ _
Which might have been called Hill Street. _
That's where he hung out at, you know.
Doing _ his women-loving time, you know.
After getting shot, I carried him home.
I sat by his bedside every day.
And he would tell me what he wanted.
I would tell his daddy.
_ _ _ So after he died, daddy said, well, everything he wanted, we'll get it. _ _ _
So he got everything but the women from Atlanta.
So I had to play the dying crap-shooter's blues. _
That's what [B] I was supposed to name [Bbm] it.
_ [Am] _ _ [Bbm] _
_ [C] _ [Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
Little Jesse was a gambler, _ [D] night and day. _
_ He used crooked [G] cards and [Gm] dice.
_ _ Sent the guy good-hearted [D] but had no soul.
_ Heart was hard [G] and cold like [Gm]
ice.
_ Jesse was a wild, reckless [D] gambler, won a gang of change.
_ Although many gamblers [G] already led in [Gm] pain.
_ He began to spend and lose his money, began to be blue.
_ [D] Sat in all alone.
His heart had even turned [Gm] stone. _ _
What broke Jesse's heart [D] while he was blue and all alone? _ _
Sweet Lorine had packed [G] up [Gm] and gone. _ _
Police walked [C] up and [D] shot my friend Jesse down.
Boy, the guy [Gm] died a day.
_ [Em] He had a gang of crap [A]-shooters and gamblers at his bedside.
Here are the [Am] words he [Gm] had to say.
_ _ [Bbm] Yes, I ought to know exactly [C] how [Gm] I want to go.
How you want to go, Jesse?
_ Eight crap-shooters to be my _ forbearance.
[Bm] Let them be felled [Gm] down in black.
I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba.
[D] And eight men [Gm] coming back.
I want [E] a gang of gamblers [A] gathered around my Corbin's side.
_ Crooked card printed [C] on [Gm] my hearse.
_ [E] Don't say the crap-shooters [A] will ever grieve over me.
[B] My life's been a [A] doggone curse. _
_ [G] _ Send [Gm] poker players to the graveyard.
_ [D] Dig my grave with the [Gm] ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
[C] I [Bm] shall have playing blackjack [Gm] lead the parade.
I [Em] want the [Db] judges to enlist to who jailed me fourteen times.
I want a pair of [G] dice in my [Gm] shoes.
Then what?
[C] _
[Bb] Let a deck of cards be my tombstone.
[F] I got the [Cm] dying crap [Bb]-shooters blue.
_ [A] _ [G] _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ Sixteen real good crap-shooters.
_ _ Sixteen [C] bootleggers [D] to sing a song.
_ _ [Gm] Sixteen racket men gambling.
[Am] [D] A couple of tens bought while I'm rolling [Gm] along.
He wanted twenty-two women down at the Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six [C] off a [D] south bell.
_ [Gm] Twenty-nine women out of North Atlanta.
No, little [D] Jesse didn't pass [Gm] out so swell.
_ His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to hell bouncing and jumping.
Folks, don't be [C] standing around old [D] Jesse crying.
[G] He wants everybody to do the [C] Charleston while [Gm] he's dying.
One [C] foot [Bb] up, a [C] toenail [Bb] dragging.
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon.
Come here mama with that [G] can of booze.
The [F] dying crap [Bb]-shooters leaving [G] the world.
The [F] dying crap-shooters [Gm] going [Am] [G] down slow.
[Gm] _ [C] With the dying [F] crap [Bb]-shooters blues. _ _
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