Chords for The Killer

_ [C#] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
Dobie Billy went a-ridin' through the canyon in the glow Of a quiet Sunday mornin' from the town of [C#] Angelo
_ _ _ Ridin' [F#] easy on that pinto that he dearly loved to straddle [C#] With a six-gun and sombrero that was wider than his saddle
_ And [G#m] he's hummin' as he's goin' of a simple little [B] song [C#] That's a-boomin' through the cactus as he's gallopin' along _ _ _
[F#] Oh, I've rid [G#] from San [C#] Antonio through the mesquite and the sand [B] I'm a [F#] rarin' flarin' bucko not afraid to [C#] play my hand
_ Well, I'm [B] a rootin' shootin' demon and I have my little fun On [F#] my pinto called Apache [C#] _
and Adolphus, that's [F#] my gun _ _
Well, straight to Santa Fe he drifted and he mills around the town Sorta gettin' of his barrens as he pours his liquor [C#] down _
But [G#m] he's a [B]-watchin', always watchin' every hombre in the place [F#] Like he's maybe sorta lookin' for some certain [C#] ombre's face
Then _ [F#] _ _
_ one night he saunters careless to the place of Monty Sam And he does a little playin' like he doesn't give [C#] a damn
_ Then [B] all at once just hushed and quiet like a calm before the blow And [A#m] the crowd is tense and nervous and the playin' [C#] stopped and slow
_ [F#] At _
_ [C#] the bar a man is standin' [F#] sneerin' as his glances lay Like a challenge did he fling [C#] him, darin' him to make the _ play
[B] Two-gun Blake, the Texas killer, hated, feared, were ever known _ [F#] Stood and drank his glass of mezcal with assurance [C#] all his own
_ [F#] Then _ _ the eyes of Blake the killer met the glance of Dobie Bill And they held each one the other [C#] with a steel of looks that kill
_ _ _ Then the [B] tones of Blake came slowly with a sneer in every word Well, you [F#] found me, but the other gave no sign [C#] he saw her _
Walkin' [F#] _ [F#] _ _ _ calmly towards the speaker, _ he advanced with steady pace _ _ Then he grinned and quick as lightning slapped him squarely in [C#] the face
_ Shoot, [B] you snake, he whispered hoarsely, shoot, you lily-livered cur [F#] Draw, you're always strong for killin', now I'm here to [C#] shoot for her
_ _ [F#] _
_ Some there was that claimed they saw it as the killer tried to draw But thus no one knows for certain just exactly [C#] what he saw
I'll [B] agree the shootin' started quick as Blake had made his start Then [F#] a brace of bullets hit him fair and certain through [C#] the heart
_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ [F#] _
_ As he fell his hand was grasping for that gun he'd got too late With the notches on it showin' like the [C#] vagaries of fate
_ _ [B] And the man who stood there lookin' at the killer as he lay [G] Murmured, [F#] Nell, I've kept my promise, [C#] I have made that scoundrel [F#] pay
_ _ _ Then Dobie Billy went a-ridin' from the town of Santa Fe On a quiet Sunday mornin', goin' happy on [C#] his way _ [F#] Ridin' easy on that pinwheel that he dearly loved to straddle
With a six-gun and sombrero that was wider than [C#] his saddle And he's [B] a-hummin' as he's goin' of a simple little song [F#] That's a-boomin' through the cactus as he's [C#] gallopin' along
_ _ [F#] _ _
Oh, I'm goin' down the canyon, through the mesquite and the sand I'm a-rearin', flarin', bucko, not [C#] afraid to play my hand _ _ [B] Well, I'm a rootin' shootin' demon _
And to have my little [F#] fun _ on my piddle called Apache And [C#] the dolphins, _ that's [F#] my gun _ _ _
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