Chords for WAYLON JENNINGS - Let's All Help The Cowboys / Willy The Wanderin' Gypsy And Me (Live In TX 1975)
Tempo:
77.4 bpm
Chords used:
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D
E
G
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [D]
Cowboys, they are ladies' men, [G] all right.
[E] They love them up and talk them up [A] all night.
[D] But they're lonely when there's nothing [G] else to do.
[A] That's what makes the cowboy sing the [D] blues.
He does a little Shakespeare [G] and he sings.
[E] He plays the mandolin [A] and other things.
[D] He looks for love, beauty, [G] and I.Q.
[A] But that's what makes the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
[A] Cowboys have to fall in [G] love, get hurt, and [D] all that bit.
[A] Let their hearts hang out so [G] they can write you [D] all a hit.
So ladies, if they ask you, [G] don't refuse.
[D] Let's all [A] help the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
[G]
[D] [A] [D]
Cowboys never seem to [G] understand
this [E] thing between a woman [A] and a man.
[D] Until they love the one, they [Am] [G] always lose.
[A] That's what makes the cowboy sing [D] the blues.
[A] Cowboys have to fall in [G] love, get hurt.
[D] [A] Let their hearts hang out so [G] they can write you [D] all a hit.
So ladies, if they ask you, [G] don't refuse.
[D] Let's all [A] help the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
Let's all help [A] the cowboy [G] sing the blues.
[D]
[E] Well, [A]
it's three things, whiskey, [D] pleasures, drinkers,
[A] and moving does more than the same thing for [E] me.
[A] Willie, he tells me that doers and thinkers say
moving's the closest [B] thing to [A] being free.
Well, he's rousing his riggings, [D] laid back his wages.
[A] He's dead set on riding in the big [E] rodeo.
[A] My woman's tight with [D] an [A] overdue baby.
Willie keeps yelling, [E] hey, gypsy, [A] let's go.
[E] Willie, you're [D] wild as a [A] Texas [E] northern,
ready to roll from the [D] same [A] makings as me.
Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble [G] till hell [A] freezes over.
Willie, the [E] wandering gypsy [A] and me.
Well, they'll dance on the mountains, [D] shout in the canyons.
[A] They swarm in a loose herd like wild buffalo, [E] whatever that means.
[A] Filling our heads [D] full of figures [A] and angles,
telling us junk that we [E] [A] already know.
[E] Willie, you're wild [D] as a [A] Texas northern,
[E] ready to roll from the [D] same [A] makings as me.
Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble [D] till hell [A] freezes over.
Willie, the wandering [E] [A] gypsy and me.
Billy, Joe [E] Schaefer, Willie Nelson, [A] and me.
[A]
Cowboys, they are ladies' men, [G] all right.
[E] They love them up and talk them up [A] all night.
[D] But they're lonely when there's nothing [G] else to do.
[A] That's what makes the cowboy sing the [D] blues.
He does a little Shakespeare [G] and he sings.
[E] He plays the mandolin [A] and other things.
[D] He looks for love, beauty, [G] and I.Q.
[A] But that's what makes the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
[A] Cowboys have to fall in [G] love, get hurt, and [D] all that bit.
[A] Let their hearts hang out so [G] they can write you [D] all a hit.
So ladies, if they ask you, [G] don't refuse.
[D] Let's all [A] help the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
[G]
[D] [A] [D]
Cowboys never seem to [G] understand
this [E] thing between a woman [A] and a man.
[D] Until they love the one, they [Am] [G] always lose.
[A] That's what makes the cowboy sing [D] the blues.
[A] Cowboys have to fall in [G] love, get hurt.
[D] [A] Let their hearts hang out so [G] they can write you [D] all a hit.
So ladies, if they ask you, [G] don't refuse.
[D] Let's all [A] help the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
Let's all help [A] the cowboy [G] sing the blues.
[D]
[E] Well, [A]
it's three things, whiskey, [D] pleasures, drinkers,
[A] and moving does more than the same thing for [E] me.
[A] Willie, he tells me that doers and thinkers say
moving's the closest [B] thing to [A] being free.
Well, he's rousing his riggings, [D] laid back his wages.
[A] He's dead set on riding in the big [E] rodeo.
[A] My woman's tight with [D] an [A] overdue baby.
Willie keeps yelling, [E] hey, gypsy, [A] let's go.
[E] Willie, you're [D] wild as a [A] Texas [E] northern,
ready to roll from the [D] same [A] makings as me.
Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble [G] till hell [A] freezes over.
Willie, the [E] wandering gypsy [A] and me.
Well, they'll dance on the mountains, [D] shout in the canyons.
[A] They swarm in a loose herd like wild buffalo, [E] whatever that means.
[A] Filling our heads [D] full of figures [A] and angles,
telling us junk that we [E] [A] already know.
[E] Willie, you're wild [D] as a [A] Texas northern,
[E] ready to roll from the [D] same [A] makings as me.
Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble [D] till hell [A] freezes over.
Willie, the wandering [E] [A] gypsy and me.
Billy, Joe [E] Schaefer, Willie Nelson, [A] and me.
[A]
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[A] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Cowboys, they are ladies' men, [G] all right.
_ _ [E] They love them up and talk them up [A] all night.
_ [D] But they're lonely when there's nothing [G] else to do.
_ _ [A] That's what makes the cowboy sing the [D] blues.
_ _ He does a little Shakespeare [G] and he sings.
_ [E] He plays the mandolin [A] and other things.
_ [D] He looks for love, beauty, [G] and I.Q.
_ [A] But that's what makes the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
_ _ [A] Cowboys have to fall in [G] love, get hurt, and [D] all that bit.
[A] Let their hearts hang out so [G] they can write you [D] all a hit.
So ladies, if they ask you, [G] don't refuse.
_ _ [D] Let's all [A] help the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ Cowboys never seem to [G] understand
this [E] thing between a woman [A] and a man.
_ _ [D] Until they love the one, they [Am] [G] always lose.
_ [A] That's what makes the cowboy sing [D] the blues.
_ _ [A] Cowboys have to fall in [G] love, get hurt.
[D] _ _ [A] Let their hearts hang out so [G] they can write you [D] all a hit.
So ladies, if they ask you, [G] don't refuse.
_ _ [D] Let's all [A] help the cowboy [D] sing the blues. _
_ Let's all help [A] the cowboy [G] sing the blues.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] Well, _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ it's three things, whiskey, [D] pleasures, drinkers,
[A] and moving does more than the same thing for [E] me.
_ [A] Willie, he tells me that doers and thinkers say
moving's the closest [B] thing to [A] being free. _
_ _ _ Well, he's rousing his riggings, [D] laid back his wages.
[A] He's dead set on riding in the big [E] rodeo.
_ _ [A] My woman's tight with [D] an [A] overdue baby.
Willie keeps yelling, [E] hey, gypsy, [A] let's go.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Willie, you're [D] wild as a [A] Texas [E] northern,
ready to roll from the [D] same [A] makings as me.
Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble [G] till hell [A] freezes over.
Willie, the [E] wandering gypsy [A] and me.
_ _ _ _ Well, they'll dance on the mountains, [D] shout in the canyons.
[A] They swarm in a loose herd like wild buffalo, [E] whatever that means.
[A] Filling our heads [D] full of figures [A] and angles,
telling us junk that we [E] [A] already know.
_ _ _ _ [E] Willie, you're wild [D] as a [A] Texas northern,
[E] ready to roll from the [D] same [A] makings as me.
_ Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble [D] till hell [A] freezes over.
Willie, the wandering [E] [A] gypsy and me.
_ _ _ _ Billy, Joe [E] Schaefer, Willie Nelson, [A] and me.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Cowboys, they are ladies' men, [G] all right.
_ _ [E] They love them up and talk them up [A] all night.
_ [D] But they're lonely when there's nothing [G] else to do.
_ _ [A] That's what makes the cowboy sing the [D] blues.
_ _ He does a little Shakespeare [G] and he sings.
_ [E] He plays the mandolin [A] and other things.
_ [D] He looks for love, beauty, [G] and I.Q.
_ [A] But that's what makes the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
_ _ [A] Cowboys have to fall in [G] love, get hurt, and [D] all that bit.
[A] Let their hearts hang out so [G] they can write you [D] all a hit.
So ladies, if they ask you, [G] don't refuse.
_ _ [D] Let's all [A] help the cowboy [D] sing the blues.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ Cowboys never seem to [G] understand
this [E] thing between a woman [A] and a man.
_ _ [D] Until they love the one, they [Am] [G] always lose.
_ [A] That's what makes the cowboy sing [D] the blues.
_ _ [A] Cowboys have to fall in [G] love, get hurt.
[D] _ _ [A] Let their hearts hang out so [G] they can write you [D] all a hit.
So ladies, if they ask you, [G] don't refuse.
_ _ [D] Let's all [A] help the cowboy [D] sing the blues. _
_ Let's all help [A] the cowboy [G] sing the blues.
_ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] Well, _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ it's three things, whiskey, [D] pleasures, drinkers,
[A] and moving does more than the same thing for [E] me.
_ [A] Willie, he tells me that doers and thinkers say
moving's the closest [B] thing to [A] being free. _
_ _ _ Well, he's rousing his riggings, [D] laid back his wages.
[A] He's dead set on riding in the big [E] rodeo.
_ _ [A] My woman's tight with [D] an [A] overdue baby.
Willie keeps yelling, [E] hey, gypsy, [A] let's go.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Willie, you're [D] wild as a [A] Texas [E] northern,
ready to roll from the [D] same [A] makings as me.
Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble [G] till hell [A] freezes over.
Willie, the [E] wandering gypsy [A] and me.
_ _ _ _ Well, they'll dance on the mountains, [D] shout in the canyons.
[A] They swarm in a loose herd like wild buffalo, [E] whatever that means.
[A] Filling our heads [D] full of figures [A] and angles,
telling us junk that we [E] [A] already know.
_ _ _ _ [E] Willie, you're wild [D] as a [A] Texas northern,
[E] ready to roll from the [D] same [A] makings as me.
_ Well, I reckon we're gonna ramble [D] till hell [A] freezes over.
Willie, the wandering [E] [A] gypsy and me.
_ _ _ _ Billy, Joe [E] Schaefer, Willie Nelson, [A] and me.
_ _ [A] _