Chords for Dying Crapshooters Blues - Blind Willie McTell
Tempo:
66.35 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
D
A
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [Gm] [D] [Gm]
Little Jesse was a [D] gambler and a thief.
Well he used crooked cards [Gm] and dice.
He was a troubled guy, good [D] hearted, but had no soul.
Heart [Gm] was on a cold like ice.
Jesse was a wild reckless [D] gambler, when the game got changed.
He was a gentleman against a heart of lead [Gm] and paint.
When he began to lose his mind, [D] he began to be gloomy all along.
The boys heard he was a terrible [Gm] stone.
What broke Jesse's [D] heart when he was gloomy all along?
Sweet Marina packed up [Gm] and gone.
Police were kept there, [D] shot my friend Jesse down.
Boys I [Gm] gotta die today.
[G] Hear [A] the gang pushin' against the head of backside.
Hear the old [Gm] demodyin' say.
[Em]
Jesse [A] I turn on, [D] cause I pray I [Gm] don't go.
I won't take what should've been my poor old crown.
[D] Let it be felt [Gm] and unblocked.
Nine men going to the graveyard, [D] but an eighth man [Gm] coming back.
[A] I won't get in camps, I'll get around my girlfriend's side.
The crooked card in front [Gm] of my house.
[G] Don't say to quit shooting, [A] never, or grieve over me.
My life been a dark and cold.
[Gm] Send for the police to the graveyard.
[D] Dig my grave in [Gm] this space.
I want to help police and send my general [C] remarks.
[D] Sharing paper [Gm] like Jack Wood in the parade.
[A] I want the judges to list the jury fourteen times.
I put a paradise [Gm] in my shoes.
[Bb] I let a decor ghost to get my toes combed.
But I [Eb] gotta [C] die cause it should've been.
[Gm] Sixteen real good crap shooters.
Sixteen [D] bullets in the stomach.
[Gm] Sixteen red camo gang.
A couple [D] ton barge rolling [Gm] along.
We wanted twenty two women in total.
[A] Twenty six of [D] us on ground.
[Gm] Twenty nine women out in order.
Trying [D] to know who Jesse did.
I [Gm] was such a loser as I was thinking.
Heart was cramped and little Jesse went down.
Bouncing and jumping, oh false, don't [G] you stand around.
[Dm] Oh Jesse Crabb, he won't everybody do the Charleston bouncy [Gm] dance.
One foot up and I turn out drinking.
With all my friends Jesse in the voodoo [Bb] wagons.
Come here mama with [Gm] the [C] caboo.
Dying crab [Bb] shooter [G] blues army.
[C] The dying crab shooter [Bb] blues.
[G]
Little Jesse was a [D] gambler and a thief.
Well he used crooked cards [Gm] and dice.
He was a troubled guy, good [D] hearted, but had no soul.
Heart [Gm] was on a cold like ice.
Jesse was a wild reckless [D] gambler, when the game got changed.
He was a gentleman against a heart of lead [Gm] and paint.
When he began to lose his mind, [D] he began to be gloomy all along.
The boys heard he was a terrible [Gm] stone.
What broke Jesse's [D] heart when he was gloomy all along?
Sweet Marina packed up [Gm] and gone.
Police were kept there, [D] shot my friend Jesse down.
Boys I [Gm] gotta die today.
[G] Hear [A] the gang pushin' against the head of backside.
Hear the old [Gm] demodyin' say.
[Em]
Jesse [A] I turn on, [D] cause I pray I [Gm] don't go.
I won't take what should've been my poor old crown.
[D] Let it be felt [Gm] and unblocked.
Nine men going to the graveyard, [D] but an eighth man [Gm] coming back.
[A] I won't get in camps, I'll get around my girlfriend's side.
The crooked card in front [Gm] of my house.
[G] Don't say to quit shooting, [A] never, or grieve over me.
My life been a dark and cold.
[Gm] Send for the police to the graveyard.
[D] Dig my grave in [Gm] this space.
I want to help police and send my general [C] remarks.
[D] Sharing paper [Gm] like Jack Wood in the parade.
[A] I want the judges to list the jury fourteen times.
I put a paradise [Gm] in my shoes.
[Bb] I let a decor ghost to get my toes combed.
But I [Eb] gotta [C] die cause it should've been.
[Gm] Sixteen real good crap shooters.
Sixteen [D] bullets in the stomach.
[Gm] Sixteen red camo gang.
A couple [D] ton barge rolling [Gm] along.
We wanted twenty two women in total.
[A] Twenty six of [D] us on ground.
[Gm] Twenty nine women out in order.
Trying [D] to know who Jesse did.
I [Gm] was such a loser as I was thinking.
Heart was cramped and little Jesse went down.
Bouncing and jumping, oh false, don't [G] you stand around.
[Dm] Oh Jesse Crabb, he won't everybody do the Charleston bouncy [Gm] dance.
One foot up and I turn out drinking.
With all my friends Jesse in the voodoo [Bb] wagons.
Come here mama with [Gm] the [C] caboo.
Dying crab [Bb] shooter [G] blues army.
[C] The dying crab shooter [Bb] blues.
[G]
Key:
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D
A
G
C
Gm
D
A
[D] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ Little Jesse was a [D] gambler and a thief.
Well he used crooked cards [Gm] and dice.
He was a troubled guy, good [D] hearted, but had no soul.
Heart [Gm] was on a cold like ice.
Jesse was a wild reckless [D] gambler, when the game got changed.
He was a gentleman against a heart of lead [Gm] and paint.
When he began to lose his mind, [D] he began to be gloomy all along.
The boys heard he was a terrible [Gm] stone.
What broke Jesse's [D] heart when he was gloomy all along?
Sweet Marina packed up [Gm] and gone.
Police were kept there, [D] shot my friend Jesse down.
Boys I [Gm] gotta die today.
[G] Hear [A] the gang pushin' against the head of backside.
_ Hear the old [Gm] demodyin' say.
_ [Em]
Jesse [A] I turn on, [D] cause I pray I [Gm] don't go. _
_ I won't take what should've been my poor old crown.
[D] Let it be felt [Gm] and unblocked.
Nine men going to the graveyard, [D] but an eighth man [Gm] coming back.
[A] I won't get in camps, I'll get around my girlfriend's side.
The crooked card in front [Gm] of my house.
[G] Don't say to quit shooting, [A] never, or grieve over me.
My life been a dark and cold.
[Gm] Send for the police to the graveyard.
[D] Dig my grave in [Gm] this space.
I want to help police and send my general [C] remarks.
[D] Sharing paper [Gm] like Jack Wood in the parade.
[A] I want the judges to list the jury fourteen times.
I put a paradise [Gm] in my shoes.
[Bb] I let a decor ghost to get my toes combed.
But I [Eb] gotta [C] die cause it should've been.
[Gm] _ _ Sixteen real good crap shooters.
Sixteen [D] bullets in the stomach.
[Gm] Sixteen red camo gang.
A couple [D] ton barge rolling [Gm] along.
We wanted twenty two women in total.
[A] Twenty six of [D] us on ground.
[Gm] Twenty nine women out in order.
Trying [D] to know who Jesse did.
I [Gm] was such a loser as I was thinking.
Heart was cramped and little Jesse went down.
Bouncing and jumping, oh false, don't [G] you stand around.
[Dm] Oh Jesse Crabb, he won't everybody do the Charleston bouncy [Gm] dance.
One foot up and I turn out drinking.
With all my friends Jesse in the voodoo [Bb] wagons.
Come here mama with [Gm] the [C] caboo.
Dying crab [Bb] shooter [G] blues army.
[C] The dying crab shooter [Bb] blues.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ Little Jesse was a [D] gambler and a thief.
Well he used crooked cards [Gm] and dice.
He was a troubled guy, good [D] hearted, but had no soul.
Heart [Gm] was on a cold like ice.
Jesse was a wild reckless [D] gambler, when the game got changed.
He was a gentleman against a heart of lead [Gm] and paint.
When he began to lose his mind, [D] he began to be gloomy all along.
The boys heard he was a terrible [Gm] stone.
What broke Jesse's [D] heart when he was gloomy all along?
Sweet Marina packed up [Gm] and gone.
Police were kept there, [D] shot my friend Jesse down.
Boys I [Gm] gotta die today.
[G] Hear [A] the gang pushin' against the head of backside.
_ Hear the old [Gm] demodyin' say.
_ [Em]
Jesse [A] I turn on, [D] cause I pray I [Gm] don't go. _
_ I won't take what should've been my poor old crown.
[D] Let it be felt [Gm] and unblocked.
Nine men going to the graveyard, [D] but an eighth man [Gm] coming back.
[A] I won't get in camps, I'll get around my girlfriend's side.
The crooked card in front [Gm] of my house.
[G] Don't say to quit shooting, [A] never, or grieve over me.
My life been a dark and cold.
[Gm] Send for the police to the graveyard.
[D] Dig my grave in [Gm] this space.
I want to help police and send my general [C] remarks.
[D] Sharing paper [Gm] like Jack Wood in the parade.
[A] I want the judges to list the jury fourteen times.
I put a paradise [Gm] in my shoes.
[Bb] I let a decor ghost to get my toes combed.
But I [Eb] gotta [C] die cause it should've been.
[Gm] _ _ Sixteen real good crap shooters.
Sixteen [D] bullets in the stomach.
[Gm] Sixteen red camo gang.
A couple [D] ton barge rolling [Gm] along.
We wanted twenty two women in total.
[A] Twenty six of [D] us on ground.
[Gm] Twenty nine women out in order.
Trying [D] to know who Jesse did.
I [Gm] was such a loser as I was thinking.
Heart was cramped and little Jesse went down.
Bouncing and jumping, oh false, don't [G] you stand around.
[Dm] Oh Jesse Crabb, he won't everybody do the Charleston bouncy [Gm] dance.
One foot up and I turn out drinking.
With all my friends Jesse in the voodoo [Bb] wagons.
Come here mama with [Gm] the [C] caboo.
Dying crab [Bb] shooter [G] blues army.
[C] The dying crab shooter [Bb] blues.
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _