Chords for Blind Willie McTell - Dying Crapshooter's Blues
Tempo:
130.7 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
D
Bb
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] And then he [Bb] wanted me to play this over [Cm] his grave.
[Fm] That I did.
See, I [Gb] had to steal music from every which way to get it to [A] fit.
But I messed [Gb] it up anyway somehow or other just to suit him.
I finally played what he wanted, but he got everything he wanted [B] but the women from Atlanta.
He didn't get no women from Atlanta.
Because, see, it was too far for him to come.
He was buried in New York.
I take him to the Atlanta Ambulance.
It cost me $200, I think it was [N] $282, I think, or $85, I think.
The man charged me $1,000.
He took me to the hospital.
He [B] took me to the hospital.
[Ab] He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He [B] took me to the hospital.
[Gb] He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He [Bm] took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me [B] to the hospital.
He took me to the [G] hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
[Ab] I sat by his bedside every day, and he would tell me what he [B] wanted.
I would tell his daddy.
So after he died, daddy said, well, everything he wanted, we'll get.
[Ab] So he got everything about it but the women from Atlanta.
[Bb] So I had to play the dying [G] crap shooter.
That's what I was supposed to [Bbm] name him.
[B]
[Gm] [D]
[Gm] Little Jesse was a gambler, [D] night and day.
[A] He used crooked [Gm] cards and dice.
Sensible guy, good hearted, [D] but had no soul.
Heart was hard and cold [Gm] like ice.
Jesse was a wild reckless gambler, [D] one who can't get changed.
Although many gamblers are already dead in pain.
Jesse spent his looted 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 Lorraine had packed up and [Gm] gone.
Police walked up and shot [D] my friend Jesse down.
Boy, the guy [Gm] died today.
He had a [Em] game of crap shooting and [A] gambling at his bedside.
Here are the words he had to say.
[Bbm]
Jesse ought to know, [F] exactly how I [Gm] want to go.
How you want to go, Jesse?
Ain't crap shooter to be my poor baron.
[Bm] Let him be failed [Gm] down in black.
I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba.
[Bm] And eight men [Gm] coming back.
I [E] want the gang of [A] gamblers gathered around my coffin's side.
Crooked card printed on [Gm] my hearse.
[Db] Don't say the crap shooter [A] that ever grieved over me.
My life [Bb] been a doggone curse.
[Gm] Send poker players to the graveyard.
[Bm] Dig my grave with the [Gm] ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
I [Bm] can't play in blackjack and lead the [Gm] parade.
I [Bb] want the judges and the list [Db] of who jailed me fourteen times.
But a pair of dice in my [Gm] shoes.
Then what?
[Bb] Let a deck of cards be my tombstone.
[F] I got the dying crap [Bb] shooter's blues.
[Gm]
Sixteen real good crap shooters.
Sixteen [C] bootleggers to sing [D] a song.
[Gm]
Sixteen racket men gambling.
[D] A couple of tens bought while I'm rolling [Gm] along.
He wanted twenty-two women down at the Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six off a [D] side bell.
[Gm] Twenty-nine women out of North Atlanta.
No, little Jesse didn't pass out so swell.
His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to [Gm] hell bouncing and jumping.
Folks don't be standing around [D] old Jesse crying.
[G] He wants everybody to do the chast and [Gm] watch him die.
One foot up, a toenail dragging.
Throw [Bb] my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon.
Call me a mama with that [G] cannibal.
The [F] dying crap shooter's [G] leaving the world.
[Cm] The dying crap [Gm] shooter's going down slow.
[C] With the dying [F] crap [Bb] shooter's blues.
[Fm] That I did.
See, I [Gb] had to steal music from every which way to get it to [A] fit.
But I messed [Gb] it up anyway somehow or other just to suit him.
I finally played what he wanted, but he got everything he wanted [B] but the women from Atlanta.
He didn't get no women from Atlanta.
Because, see, it was too far for him to come.
He was buried in New York.
I take him to the Atlanta Ambulance.
It cost me $200, I think it was [N] $282, I think, or $85, I think.
The man charged me $1,000.
He took me to the hospital.
He [B] took me to the hospital.
[Ab] He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He [B] took me to the hospital.
[Gb] He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He [Bm] took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me [B] to the hospital.
He took me to the [G] hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
[Ab] I sat by his bedside every day, and he would tell me what he [B] wanted.
I would tell his daddy.
So after he died, daddy said, well, everything he wanted, we'll get.
[Ab] So he got everything about it but the women from Atlanta.
[Bb] So I had to play the dying [G] crap shooter.
That's what I was supposed to [Bbm] name him.
[B]
[Gm] [D]
[Gm] Little Jesse was a gambler, [D] night and day.
[A] He used crooked [Gm] cards and dice.
Sensible guy, good hearted, [D] but had no soul.
Heart was hard and cold [Gm] like ice.
Jesse was a wild reckless gambler, [D] one who can't get changed.
Although many gamblers are already dead in pain.
Jesse spent his looted 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 Lorraine had packed up and [Gm] gone.
Police walked up and shot [D] my friend Jesse down.
Boy, the guy [Gm] died today.
He had a [Em] game of crap shooting and [A] gambling at his bedside.
Here are the words he had to say.
[Bbm]
Jesse ought to know, [F] exactly how I [Gm] want to go.
How you want to go, Jesse?
Ain't crap shooter to be my poor baron.
[Bm] Let him be failed [Gm] down in black.
I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba.
[Bm] And eight men [Gm] coming back.
I [E] want the gang of [A] gamblers gathered around my coffin's side.
Crooked card printed on [Gm] my hearse.
[Db] Don't say the crap shooter [A] that ever grieved over me.
My life [Bb] been a doggone curse.
[Gm] Send poker players to the graveyard.
[Bm] Dig my grave with the [Gm] ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
I [Bm] can't play in blackjack and lead the [Gm] parade.
I [Bb] want the judges and the list [Db] of who jailed me fourteen times.
But a pair of dice in my [Gm] shoes.
Then what?
[Bb] Let a deck of cards be my tombstone.
[F] I got the dying crap [Bb] shooter's blues.
[Gm]
Sixteen real good crap shooters.
Sixteen [C] bootleggers to sing [D] a song.
[Gm]
Sixteen racket men gambling.
[D] A couple of tens bought while I'm rolling [Gm] along.
He wanted twenty-two women down at the Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six off a [D] side bell.
[Gm] Twenty-nine women out of North Atlanta.
No, little Jesse didn't pass out so swell.
His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to [Gm] hell bouncing and jumping.
Folks don't be standing around [D] old Jesse crying.
[G] He wants everybody to do the chast and [Gm] watch him die.
One foot up, a toenail dragging.
Throw [Bb] my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon.
Call me a mama with that [G] cannibal.
The [F] dying crap shooter's [G] leaving the world.
[Cm] The dying crap [Gm] shooter's going down slow.
[C] With the dying [F] crap [Bb] shooter's blues.
Key:
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Bb
_ _ [G] And then he [Bb] wanted me to play this over [Cm] his grave.
[Fm] That I did.
See, I [Gb] had to steal music from every which way to get it to [A] fit.
_ But I messed [Gb] it up anyway somehow or other just to suit him.
I finally played what he wanted, but he got everything he wanted [B] but the women from Atlanta.
He didn't get no women from Atlanta.
Because, see, it was too far for him to come.
He was buried in New York.
I take him to the Atlanta Ambulance.
It cost me $200, _ I think it was [N] $282, I think, or $85, I think.
The man charged me $1,000.
He took me to the hospital.
He [B] took me to the hospital.
_ _ _ [Ab] He took me to the hospital.
He took me _ to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
_ He took me to the hospital.
He [B] took me to the hospital.
[Gb] He took me to the hospital. _ _
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
_ _ He [Bm] took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
_ _ He took me to the hospital.
He took me _ _ [B] _ to the hospital.
He took me to the [G] hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
[Ab] I sat by his bedside every day, and he would tell me what he [B] wanted.
I would tell his daddy.
_ _ So after he died, daddy said, well, everything he wanted, we'll get.
_ _ [Ab] So he got everything about it but the women from Atlanta.
[Bb] So I had to play the dying [G] crap shooter.
_ That's what I was supposed to [Bbm] name him.
_ [B] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ Little Jesse was a gambler, [D] night and day. _ _
[A] He used crooked [Gm] cards and dice. _
Sensible guy, good hearted, [D] but had no soul.
Heart was hard and cold [Gm] like ice.
_ Jesse was a wild reckless gambler, [D] one who can't get changed.
Although many gamblers are already dead in pain.
_ Jesse spent his looted 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 Lorraine had packed up and [Gm] gone.
_ Police walked up and shot [D] my friend Jesse down.
Boy, the guy [Gm] died today.
He had a [Em] game of crap shooting and [A] gambling at his bedside.
Here are the words he had to say.
_ _ [Bbm]
Jesse ought to know, _ [F] exactly how I [Gm] want to go.
How you want to go, Jesse?
_ Ain't crap shooter to be my poor baron.
[Bm] Let him be failed [Gm] down in black.
I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba.
[Bm] And eight men [Gm] coming back.
I [E] want the gang of [A] gamblers gathered around my coffin's side.
Crooked card printed on [Gm] my hearse.
[Db] Don't say the crap shooter [A] that ever grieved over me.
My life [Bb] been a doggone curse. _ _
[Gm] Send poker players to the graveyard.
[Bm] Dig my grave with the [Gm] ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
I [Bm] can't play in blackjack and lead the [Gm] parade.
I [Bb] want the judges and the list [Db] of who jailed me fourteen times.
But a pair of dice in my [Gm] shoes.
Then what? _
[Bb] Let a deck of cards be my tombstone.
[F] I got the dying crap [Bb] shooter's blues.
_ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ Sixteen real good crap shooters. _
Sixteen [C] bootleggers to sing [D] a song.
_ _ [Gm]
Sixteen racket men gambling.
[D] A couple of tens bought while I'm rolling [Gm] along.
He wanted twenty-two women down at the Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six off a [D] side bell. _
[Gm] Twenty-nine women out of North Atlanta.
No, little Jesse didn't pass out so swell.
_ His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to [Gm] hell bouncing and jumping.
Folks don't be standing around [D] old Jesse crying.
[G] He wants everybody to do the chast and [Gm] watch him die.
One foot up, a toenail dragging.
Throw [Bb] my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon.
Call me a mama with that [G] cannibal.
The [F] dying crap shooter's [G] leaving the world.
[Cm] The dying crap [Gm] shooter's going down slow.
[C] With the dying [F] crap [Bb] shooter's blues. _ _ _ _
[Fm] That I did.
See, I [Gb] had to steal music from every which way to get it to [A] fit.
_ But I messed [Gb] it up anyway somehow or other just to suit him.
I finally played what he wanted, but he got everything he wanted [B] but the women from Atlanta.
He didn't get no women from Atlanta.
Because, see, it was too far for him to come.
He was buried in New York.
I take him to the Atlanta Ambulance.
It cost me $200, _ I think it was [N] $282, I think, or $85, I think.
The man charged me $1,000.
He took me to the hospital.
He [B] took me to the hospital.
_ _ _ [Ab] He took me to the hospital.
He took me _ to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
_ He took me to the hospital.
He [B] took me to the hospital.
[Gb] He took me to the hospital. _ _
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
_ _ He [Bm] took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
_ _ He took me to the hospital.
He took me _ _ [B] _ to the hospital.
He took me to the [G] hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
He took me to the hospital.
[Ab] I sat by his bedside every day, and he would tell me what he [B] wanted.
I would tell his daddy.
_ _ So after he died, daddy said, well, everything he wanted, we'll get.
_ _ [Ab] So he got everything about it but the women from Atlanta.
[Bb] So I had to play the dying [G] crap shooter.
_ That's what I was supposed to [Bbm] name him.
_ [B] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ Little Jesse was a gambler, [D] night and day. _ _
[A] He used crooked [Gm] cards and dice. _
Sensible guy, good hearted, [D] but had no soul.
Heart was hard and cold [Gm] like ice.
_ Jesse was a wild reckless gambler, [D] one who can't get changed.
Although many gamblers are already dead in pain.
_ Jesse spent his looted 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 Lorraine had packed up and [Gm] gone.
_ Police walked up and shot [D] my friend Jesse down.
Boy, the guy [Gm] died today.
He had a [Em] game of crap shooting and [A] gambling at his bedside.
Here are the words he had to say.
_ _ [Bbm]
Jesse ought to know, _ [F] exactly how I [Gm] want to go.
How you want to go, Jesse?
_ Ain't crap shooter to be my poor baron.
[Bm] Let him be failed [Gm] down in black.
I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba.
[Bm] And eight men [Gm] coming back.
I [E] want the gang of [A] gamblers gathered around my coffin's side.
Crooked card printed on [Gm] my hearse.
[Db] Don't say the crap shooter [A] that ever grieved over me.
My life [Bb] been a doggone curse. _ _
[Gm] Send poker players to the graveyard.
[Bm] Dig my grave with the [Gm] ace of spades.
I want twelve police in my funeral march.
I [Bm] can't play in blackjack and lead the [Gm] parade.
I [Bb] want the judges and the list [Db] of who jailed me fourteen times.
But a pair of dice in my [Gm] shoes.
Then what? _
[Bb] Let a deck of cards be my tombstone.
[F] I got the dying crap [Bb] shooter's blues.
_ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ Sixteen real good crap shooters. _
Sixteen [C] bootleggers to sing [D] a song.
_ _ [Gm]
Sixteen racket men gambling.
[D] A couple of tens bought while I'm rolling [Gm] along.
He wanted twenty-two women down at the Hampton Hotel.
Twenty-six off a [D] side bell. _
[Gm] Twenty-nine women out of North Atlanta.
No, little Jesse didn't pass out so swell.
_ His head was aching.
His heart was thumping.
Little Jesse went to [Gm] hell bouncing and jumping.
Folks don't be standing around [D] old Jesse crying.
[G] He wants everybody to do the chast and [Gm] watch him die.
One foot up, a toenail dragging.
Throw [Bb] my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon.
Call me a mama with that [G] cannibal.
The [F] dying crap shooter's [G] leaving the world.
[Cm] The dying crap [Gm] shooter's going down slow.
[C] With the dying [F] crap [Bb] shooter's blues. _ _ _ _