Chords for Steve Earle - The Last Gunfighter Ballad
Tempo:
65.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
E
C
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
[F#] [E] The old [A] gunfighter on the porch [D] stared into the sun, [D] and relived [C] the days [G] of living by
the [F#] gun, [E] when deadly games [A] of pride were [D] played, and living was mistakes [G] not made, [D] and the
thought of the smell of the black powder smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of
the joke, [D] [G] and the smell of the black [D] powder smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the
turn of the joke, [Em]
and it always [Em] keeps you back to the sun, [D] and you can almost feel the
weight of the [G] gun, and it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye, and it's the time
for all [F#] slow men to [E] die, and his eyes get squinty and his [Bm] fingers twitch, [D] as he empties his
gun at the son of [G] a bitch, and he's [C] hit by the smell of the black [G] powder smoke, [D] and the
stand in the street at the turn of the [Bm] joke, [D] hit by [G] the smell of the black powder [D] smoke,
and the stand in the street [G] at the turn of the joke, [E] now the burn of a bullet [D] is only
a [D] scar, and he's back at his chair in front of the [C] bar, and the streets are empty, and
the [D] blood's all [G] dried, and the dead are dust, and the [F#] whisk is [Em] inside, so buy him a drink,
lend him an ear, [D] cause he's nobody's fool, [G] and the only one here [C] who remembers the smell
of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the street [G] at the turn of the joke, [Cm] remember
[G] the smell of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of the joke,
[E] he said I stood in that street before [Em] it was paved, [D] I learned shoot or be shot before I
[G] could shave, and [C] I did it all for the money [G] and fame, noble was nothing [F#] but feeling no
[E] shame, nothing was [Em] sacred but staying alive, [D] and all that I learned from [G] a cold [C] .45
was
to curse the smell of the black [G] powder smoke, [D] and the stand in the street at the [G] turn of
the joke, curse the smell of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the street at the
[G] turn of the joke, [F#] [G] [Em] he's just an old [E] man now, no one [D] believes him, says he's a gunfighter,
[G] the last of the [D] breed, and there are [Gm] ghosts in the street, and they're seeking revenge,
[G] and they're calling them out to the [F#] lunatic [E] fringe, and now he's out in the traffic, and
checking the sun, [D] and he's killed by a [Em] car, as he goes [G] for his gun, [C] so much for the smell
of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of the joke, [C] so [G] much
for the smell of the [A] black powder [G] smoke, [D] and the stand in the street at [G] the turn of the joke.
[F#] [E] The old [A] gunfighter on the porch [D] stared into the sun, [D] and relived [C] the days [G] of living by
the [F#] gun, [E] when deadly games [A] of pride were [D] played, and living was mistakes [G] not made, [D] and the
thought of the smell of the black powder smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of
the joke, [D] [G] and the smell of the black [D] powder smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the
turn of the joke, [Em]
and it always [Em] keeps you back to the sun, [D] and you can almost feel the
weight of the [G] gun, and it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye, and it's the time
for all [F#] slow men to [E] die, and his eyes get squinty and his [Bm] fingers twitch, [D] as he empties his
gun at the son of [G] a bitch, and he's [C] hit by the smell of the black [G] powder smoke, [D] and the
stand in the street at the turn of the [Bm] joke, [D] hit by [G] the smell of the black powder [D] smoke,
and the stand in the street [G] at the turn of the joke, [E] now the burn of a bullet [D] is only
a [D] scar, and he's back at his chair in front of the [C] bar, and the streets are empty, and
the [D] blood's all [G] dried, and the dead are dust, and the [F#] whisk is [Em] inside, so buy him a drink,
lend him an ear, [D] cause he's nobody's fool, [G] and the only one here [C] who remembers the smell
of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the street [G] at the turn of the joke, [Cm] remember
[G] the smell of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of the joke,
[E] he said I stood in that street before [Em] it was paved, [D] I learned shoot or be shot before I
[G] could shave, and [C] I did it all for the money [G] and fame, noble was nothing [F#] but feeling no
[E] shame, nothing was [Em] sacred but staying alive, [D] and all that I learned from [G] a cold [C] .45
was
to curse the smell of the black [G] powder smoke, [D] and the stand in the street at the [G] turn of
the joke, curse the smell of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the street at the
[G] turn of the joke, [F#] [G] [Em] he's just an old [E] man now, no one [D] believes him, says he's a gunfighter,
[G] the last of the [D] breed, and there are [Gm] ghosts in the street, and they're seeking revenge,
[G] and they're calling them out to the [F#] lunatic [E] fringe, and now he's out in the traffic, and
checking the sun, [D] and he's killed by a [Em] car, as he goes [G] for his gun, [C] so much for the smell
of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of the joke, [C] so [G] much
for the smell of the [A] black powder [G] smoke, [D] and the stand in the street at [G] the turn of the joke.
Key:
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] [E] The old [A] gunfighter on the porch [D] stared into the sun, [D] and relived [C] the days [G] of living by
the [F#] gun, [E] when deadly games [A] of pride were [D] played, and living was mistakes [G] not made, [D] and the
thought of the smell of the black powder smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of
the joke, [D] [G] and the smell of the black [D] powder smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the
turn of the joke, _ _ _ _ _ [Em]
and it always [Em] keeps you back to the sun, [D] and you can almost feel the
weight of the [G] gun, and it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye, and it's the time
for all [F#] slow men to [E] die, and his eyes get squinty and his [Bm] fingers twitch, [D] as he empties his
gun at the son of [G] a bitch, and he's [C] hit by the smell of the black [G] powder smoke, [D] and the
stand in the street at the turn of the [Bm] joke, [D] hit by [G] the smell of the black powder [D] smoke,
and the stand in the street [G] at the turn of the joke, _ _ [E] now the burn of a bullet [D] is only
a [D] scar, and he's back at his chair in front of the [C] bar, and the streets are empty, and
the [D] blood's all [G] dried, and the dead are dust, and the [F#] whisk is [Em] inside, so buy him a drink,
lend him an ear, [D] cause he's nobody's fool, [G] and the only one here [C] who remembers the smell
of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the street [G] at the turn of the joke, [Cm] remember
[G] the smell of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of the joke,
_ _ [E] he said I stood in that street before [Em] it was paved, [D] I learned shoot or be shot before I
[G] could shave, and [C] I did it all for the money [G] and fame, noble was nothing [F#] but feeling no
[E] shame, nothing was [Em] sacred but staying alive, [D] and all that I learned from [G] a cold [C] .45
was
to curse the smell of the black [G] powder smoke, [D] and the stand in the street at the [G] turn of
the joke, curse the smell of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the street at the
[G] turn of the joke, [F#] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] he's just an old [E] man now, no one [D] believes him, says he's a gunfighter,
[G] the last of the [D] breed, and there are [Gm] ghosts in the street, and they're seeking revenge,
[G] and they're calling them out to the [F#] lunatic [E] fringe, and now he's out in the traffic, and
checking the sun, [D] and he's killed by a [Em] car, as he goes [G] for his gun, [C] so much for the smell
of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of the joke, [C] so [G] much
for the smell of the [A] black powder [G] smoke, [D] and the stand in the street at [G] the turn of the joke. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] [E] The old [A] gunfighter on the porch [D] stared into the sun, [D] and relived [C] the days [G] of living by
the [F#] gun, [E] when deadly games [A] of pride were [D] played, and living was mistakes [G] not made, [D] and the
thought of the smell of the black powder smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of
the joke, [D] [G] and the smell of the black [D] powder smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the
turn of the joke, _ _ _ _ _ [Em]
and it always [Em] keeps you back to the sun, [D] and you can almost feel the
weight of the [G] gun, and it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye, and it's the time
for all [F#] slow men to [E] die, and his eyes get squinty and his [Bm] fingers twitch, [D] as he empties his
gun at the son of [G] a bitch, and he's [C] hit by the smell of the black [G] powder smoke, [D] and the
stand in the street at the turn of the [Bm] joke, [D] hit by [G] the smell of the black powder [D] smoke,
and the stand in the street [G] at the turn of the joke, _ _ [E] now the burn of a bullet [D] is only
a [D] scar, and he's back at his chair in front of the [C] bar, and the streets are empty, and
the [D] blood's all [G] dried, and the dead are dust, and the [F#] whisk is [Em] inside, so buy him a drink,
lend him an ear, [D] cause he's nobody's fool, [G] and the only one here [C] who remembers the smell
of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the street [G] at the turn of the joke, [Cm] remember
[G] the smell of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of the joke,
_ _ [E] he said I stood in that street before [Em] it was paved, [D] I learned shoot or be shot before I
[G] could shave, and [C] I did it all for the money [G] and fame, noble was nothing [F#] but feeling no
[E] shame, nothing was [Em] sacred but staying alive, [D] and all that I learned from [G] a cold [C] .45
was
to curse the smell of the black [G] powder smoke, [D] and the stand in the street at the [G] turn of
the joke, curse the smell of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the street at the
[G] turn of the joke, [F#] _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Em] he's just an old [E] man now, no one [D] believes him, says he's a gunfighter,
[G] the last of the [D] breed, and there are [Gm] ghosts in the street, and they're seeking revenge,
[G] and they're calling them out to the [F#] lunatic [E] fringe, and now he's out in the traffic, and
checking the sun, [D] and he's killed by a [Em] car, as he goes [G] for his gun, [C] so much for the smell
of the black powder [D] smoke, and the stand in the [G] street at the turn of the joke, [C] so [G] much
for the smell of the [A] black powder [G] smoke, [D] and the stand in the street at [G] the turn of the joke. _ _ _