Chords for Sam The Sham And The Pharaohs - The Cockfight
Tempo:
128 bpm
Chords used:
E
Am
A
F
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
Fowler's the name.
Stu Fowler.
[A] [Am] I'm a rooster.
[A] Fighting's my racket.
[E]
Cockfighting.
I come all the [Am] way from Texas,
[E] across the burning sand,
to [Am] wet my feathers in the Rio Grande.
[E]
I've hobbled for [Am] miles to Mexico.
[E] I've come to kill a big [Am] rooster called Robo.
[E]
Doing it all for chicken feed.
For a [Am] country red, Rojo's [E] wild.
His fame has [Am] spread many a [E] mile.
The hens [Am] all cackle when Rojo's [E] around.
But Stu [Am] Fowler's here to put Big Red [E] down.
I'll give [Am] him chicken some to cackle about.
[G] [E]
It's mid-afternoon as I [Ab] stand in the street,
of [A] the Spanish town [F] called Los Leghorns Retreat.
At the end of the [G] row, a cantina [A] stands.
Ain't [E] nothing but a chicken coop.
[Gb] It's plainly the [E] horn of an outlaw band.
The sign on [D] the front [Em] reads,
El Grande Nesto.
And it's there I know I'll find my [E] foe,
the fabled Rojo.
I can hear foul language coming out of that honky-tonk.
I strut down the street, [Am] the cock on the wall.
[E] I crow for Big [Am] Red to come out and talk.
[E] [Am] Through the swinging doors of the [E] Grande Nesto,
his [Am] head erect and his tail feathers [E] low,
steps [Am] Rojo.
[E] I can tell he's a really bad egg.
His spurs are long and [A] his eyes are green.
[E] An uglier [F] cock I've [G] never seen.
[E] He learned to be tough while he was in the [F] pen.
But I know his weakness, [F]
hens and gin.
[E] Then out of that honky-tonk and [A] up to Rojo's side,
steps the prettiest [B] little dancehall cackler in the west,
[E] Roostie Nuster, the southern fried feather duster.
[E] [A] Ah, she's pretty.
I'd like to [B] run my hands through that red comb of hers.
[E]
Rojo [Em] comes at me in a long lanky run.
[F] Some people gather round to watch the fun.
[Gb]
Bird to bird, beak to beak,
[G] I face Rojo and my heart gets [Ab] weak.
I crow and strut and [A] I jump about.
Then I [Ab] take [E] off and run, cause I [F] done [Cm] chickened out.
[Em] [E]
[N]
Fowler's the name.
Stu Fowler.
[A] [Am] I'm a rooster.
[A] Fighting's my racket.
[E]
Cockfighting.
I come all the [Am] way from Texas,
[E] across the burning sand,
to [Am] wet my feathers in the Rio Grande.
[E]
I've hobbled for [Am] miles to Mexico.
[E] I've come to kill a big [Am] rooster called Robo.
[E]
Doing it all for chicken feed.
For a [Am] country red, Rojo's [E] wild.
His fame has [Am] spread many a [E] mile.
The hens [Am] all cackle when Rojo's [E] around.
But Stu [Am] Fowler's here to put Big Red [E] down.
I'll give [Am] him chicken some to cackle about.
[G] [E]
It's mid-afternoon as I [Ab] stand in the street,
of [A] the Spanish town [F] called Los Leghorns Retreat.
At the end of the [G] row, a cantina [A] stands.
Ain't [E] nothing but a chicken coop.
[Gb] It's plainly the [E] horn of an outlaw band.
The sign on [D] the front [Em] reads,
El Grande Nesto.
And it's there I know I'll find my [E] foe,
the fabled Rojo.
I can hear foul language coming out of that honky-tonk.
I strut down the street, [Am] the cock on the wall.
[E] I crow for Big [Am] Red to come out and talk.
[E] [Am] Through the swinging doors of the [E] Grande Nesto,
his [Am] head erect and his tail feathers [E] low,
steps [Am] Rojo.
[E] I can tell he's a really bad egg.
His spurs are long and [A] his eyes are green.
[E] An uglier [F] cock I've [G] never seen.
[E] He learned to be tough while he was in the [F] pen.
But I know his weakness, [F]
hens and gin.
[E] Then out of that honky-tonk and [A] up to Rojo's side,
steps the prettiest [B] little dancehall cackler in the west,
[E] Roostie Nuster, the southern fried feather duster.
[E] [A] Ah, she's pretty.
I'd like to [B] run my hands through that red comb of hers.
[E]
Rojo [Em] comes at me in a long lanky run.
[F] Some people gather round to watch the fun.
[Gb]
Bird to bird, beak to beak,
[G] I face Rojo and my heart gets [Ab] weak.
I crow and strut and [A] I jump about.
Then I [Ab] take [E] off and run, cause I [F] done [Cm] chickened out.
[Em] [E]
[N]
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_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
Fowler's the name.
_ _ Stu Fowler.
[A] _ _ [Am] I'm a rooster. _ _ _
_ [A] Fighting's my racket.
[E] _ _ _
Cockfighting. _ _ _ _ _ _
I come all the [Am] way from Texas,
_ [E] across the burning sand,
to [Am] wet my feathers in the Rio Grande.
[E] _
I've hobbled for [Am] miles to Mexico.
_ [E] I've come to kill a big [Am] rooster called Robo.
[E] _ _
_ Doing it all for chicken feed. _ _ _
For a [Am] country red, Rojo's [E] wild.
His fame has [Am] spread many a [E] mile.
The hens [Am] all cackle when Rojo's [E] around.
But Stu [Am] Fowler's here to put Big Red [E] down. _
I'll give [Am] him chicken some to cackle about.
[G] _ [E] _
_ _ It's mid-afternoon as I [Ab] stand in the street,
of [A] the Spanish town [F] called Los Leghorns Retreat.
At the end of the [G] row, a cantina [A] stands.
Ain't [E] nothing but a chicken coop.
_ _ _ _ [Gb] It's plainly the [E] horn of an outlaw band.
_ The sign on [D] the front [Em] reads,
El Grande Nesto.
_ And it's there I know I'll find my [E] foe,
_ the fabled Rojo.
_ _ _ _ I can hear foul language coming out of that honky-tonk. _ _
_ I strut down the street, [Am] the cock on the wall.
_ [E] I crow for Big [Am] Red to come out and talk.
_ [E] _ _ _ [Am] Through the swinging doors of the [E] Grande Nesto,
his [Am] head erect and his tail feathers [E] low,
_ steps [Am] Rojo. _
_ _ _ [E] I can tell he's a really bad egg.
_ _ _ His spurs are long and [A] his eyes are green.
_ [E] An uglier [F] cock I've [G] never seen.
[E] He _ learned to be tough while he was in the [F] pen.
But I know his weakness, [F]
hens and gin.
_ [E] _ _ Then out of that honky-tonk and [A] up to Rojo's side,
steps the prettiest [B] little dancehall cackler in the west, _
[E] _ Roostie Nuster, _ the southern fried feather duster.
_ [E] _ [A] Ah, she's pretty.
_ I'd like to [B] run my hands through that red comb of hers.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ Rojo [Em] comes at me in a long lanky run.
[F] Some people gather round to watch the fun.
_ [Gb]
Bird to bird, beak to beak,
[G] I face Rojo and my heart gets [Ab] weak.
I crow and strut and [A] I jump about.
_ _ Then I [Ab] take [E] off and run, cause I [F] done [Cm] chickened out.
[Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
Fowler's the name.
_ _ Stu Fowler.
[A] _ _ [Am] I'm a rooster. _ _ _
_ [A] Fighting's my racket.
[E] _ _ _
Cockfighting. _ _ _ _ _ _
I come all the [Am] way from Texas,
_ [E] across the burning sand,
to [Am] wet my feathers in the Rio Grande.
[E] _
I've hobbled for [Am] miles to Mexico.
_ [E] I've come to kill a big [Am] rooster called Robo.
[E] _ _
_ Doing it all for chicken feed. _ _ _
For a [Am] country red, Rojo's [E] wild.
His fame has [Am] spread many a [E] mile.
The hens [Am] all cackle when Rojo's [E] around.
But Stu [Am] Fowler's here to put Big Red [E] down. _
I'll give [Am] him chicken some to cackle about.
[G] _ [E] _
_ _ It's mid-afternoon as I [Ab] stand in the street,
of [A] the Spanish town [F] called Los Leghorns Retreat.
At the end of the [G] row, a cantina [A] stands.
Ain't [E] nothing but a chicken coop.
_ _ _ _ [Gb] It's plainly the [E] horn of an outlaw band.
_ The sign on [D] the front [Em] reads,
El Grande Nesto.
_ And it's there I know I'll find my [E] foe,
_ the fabled Rojo.
_ _ _ _ I can hear foul language coming out of that honky-tonk. _ _
_ I strut down the street, [Am] the cock on the wall.
_ [E] I crow for Big [Am] Red to come out and talk.
_ [E] _ _ _ [Am] Through the swinging doors of the [E] Grande Nesto,
his [Am] head erect and his tail feathers [E] low,
_ steps [Am] Rojo. _
_ _ _ [E] I can tell he's a really bad egg.
_ _ _ His spurs are long and [A] his eyes are green.
_ [E] An uglier [F] cock I've [G] never seen.
[E] He _ learned to be tough while he was in the [F] pen.
But I know his weakness, [F]
hens and gin.
_ [E] _ _ Then out of that honky-tonk and [A] up to Rojo's side,
steps the prettiest [B] little dancehall cackler in the west, _
[E] _ Roostie Nuster, _ the southern fried feather duster.
_ [E] _ [A] Ah, she's pretty.
_ I'd like to [B] run my hands through that red comb of hers.
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ Rojo [Em] comes at me in a long lanky run.
[F] Some people gather round to watch the fun.
_ [Gb]
Bird to bird, beak to beak,
[G] I face Rojo and my heart gets [Ab] weak.
I crow and strut and [A] I jump about.
_ _ Then I [Ab] take [E] off and run, cause I [F] done [Cm] chickened out.
[Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _