Angels Can Do No More Chords by Don Edwards
Tempo:
130.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
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 [D] from the shovel.
[Em]
[A] So 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 hands.
[G] Leaning first [A] on [G] one foot and then [D] on the other, [A] wishing we'd of know what to say to write [D] 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 damnest, [G]
angels [D] can do no more.
He 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 chug [D] wagon and [Em] [A] bring it here to mark the grave of our young [D] companion.
So the wranglers made a fire out of dry [G] prairie coal, [D] the wind fanned the flames till the brandon irons [G] glowed and we burnt in the wood the words we should have been [D] a saying.
[Em] [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 damnedest, [G] angels [A] can do no [D] more.
Now Sammy rode hard and never complained, two long years on the rocking chair range, [G] chasing them strays down the salt fork of the [D] Red River.
[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 by, [G] to pack down the dirt and carry the news [D] to the family, and [A] say over me what we should have said [D] over Sammy.
[G] But there ain't much to say when [D] a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[G] Least ways the [Em]
[D] cowboys that knowed him swore, [A] Sammy done his damnedest, [G] angels can do no more.
[D] No [G] there ain't [D] much to say 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 damnedest, [G] and [A] angels can do [D] no more.
[G] [D]
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 [D] from the shovel.
[Em]
[A] So 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 hands.
[G] Leaning first [A] on [G] one foot and then [D] on the other, [A] wishing we'd of know what to say to write [D] 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 damnest, [G]
angels [D] can do no more.
He 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 chug [D] wagon and [Em] [A] bring it here to mark the grave of our young [D] companion.
So the wranglers made a fire out of dry [G] prairie coal, [D] the wind fanned the flames till the brandon irons [G] glowed and we burnt in the wood the words we should have been [D] a saying.
[Em] [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 damnedest, [G] angels [A] can do no [D] more.
Now Sammy rode hard and never complained, two long years on the rocking chair range, [G] chasing them strays down the salt fork of the [D] Red River.
[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 by, [G] to pack down the dirt and carry the news [D] to the family, and [A] say over me what we should have said [D] over Sammy.
[G] But there ain't much to say when [D] a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[G] Least ways the [Em]
[D] cowboys that knowed him swore, [A] Sammy done his damnedest, [G] angels can do no more.
[D] No [G] there ain't [D] much to say 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 damnedest, [G] and [A] angels can do [D] no more.
[G] [D]
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
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 [D] from the shovel.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _
[A] So 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 hands.
[G] Leaning first [A] on [G] one foot and then [D] on the other, _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] wishing we'd of know what to say to write [D] 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 damnest, _ [G] _
angels [D] can do no more. _ _
_ _ _ He 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 chug [D] wagon and _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] bring it here to mark the grave of our young [D] companion. _ _
_ _ So the wranglers made a fire out of dry [G] prairie coal, [D] the wind fanned the flames till the brandon irons [G] glowed and we burnt in the wood the words we should have been [D] a saying. _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [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 damnedest, _ [G] angels [A] can do no [D] more. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Now Sammy rode hard and never complained, two long years on the rocking chair range, [G] chasing them strays down the salt fork of the [D] Red River. _ _
_ _ _ _ [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 by, [G] to pack down the dirt and carry the news [D] to the family, _ _ _ _ _ and [A] say over me what we should have said [D] over Sammy. _ _
_ _ _ [G] But there ain't much to say when [D] a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[G] Least ways the [Em]
[D] cowboys that knowed him swore, [A] Sammy done his damnedest, _ [G] _ angels can do no more.
_ [D] _ _ _ No [G] there ain't [D] much to say 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 damnedest, _ [G] and [A] angels can do [D] no more.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
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 [D] from the shovel.
_ _ _ _ [Em] _
[A] So 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 hands.
[G] Leaning first [A] on [G] one foot and then [D] on the other, _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] wishing we'd of know what to say to write [D] 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 damnest, _ [G] _
angels [D] can do no more. _ _
_ _ _ He 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 chug [D] wagon and _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] bring it here to mark the grave of our young [D] companion. _ _
_ _ So the wranglers made a fire out of dry [G] prairie coal, [D] the wind fanned the flames till the brandon irons [G] glowed and we burnt in the wood the words we should have been [D] a saying. _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [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 damnedest, _ [G] angels [A] can do no [D] more. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Now Sammy rode hard and never complained, two long years on the rocking chair range, [G] chasing them strays down the salt fork of the [D] Red River. _ _
_ _ _ _ [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 by, [G] to pack down the dirt and carry the news [D] to the family, _ _ _ _ _ and [A] say over me what we should have said [D] over Sammy. _ _
_ _ _ [G] But there ain't much to say when [D] a man dies young, [A] before he can do [D] what he should have done.
[G] Least ways the [Em]
[D] cowboys that knowed him swore, [A] Sammy done his damnedest, _ [G] _ angels can do no more.
_ [D] _ _ _ No [G] there ain't [D] much to say 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 damnedest, _ [G] and [A] angels can do [D] no more.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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