Young Westley David Bromberg Chords
Tempo:
128.8 bpm
Chords used:
A
C#m
E
G#m
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#m] [A]
[E]
[C#m] There once was a gambler [A] and Wesley was [E] his name.
[C#m] He'd ride many a mile for [A] the chance to play [E] his game.
And [C#] the lifeline [A] surrounded [G#m] his eyes, so [A] they say, [G#m] like the highways [A] he traveled on [E] his way.
[C#m] They speak of a lady [A] who stopped to [E] rest a while, [C#m] as weary of the rounders as [A] she was
of [E] the miles on [C#m] that hot, [A] dusty day.
[G#m] As she watched him [A] at his play, [G#m] she thought she heard [A] something deep [E] inside her say,
Oh, [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
[A] [C#m] Oh, [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
[A]
[E]
[C#] She could tell he wasn't outlawed [A] like she'd fell in [E] with before.
[C#m] She saw herself beside [A] him and on the [E] run once more.
[C#m] But it pained him [A] to remember the [G#m] life of darkness [A] he'd once led.
He [G#m] told her [A] of a man left [E] lying dead.
[C#m] So she told him of the ghosts [A] far from lying [E] cold and still.
[C#m] Of windy prairie nights [A] with their lonely, [E] halting chill.
[C#m] How she still [A] could see the faces [G#m] of the robbers [A] of Moudon, [G#m] passed before [A] her little purse
[E] sun-raised of dawn.
[C#m] Oh, [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
Oh, [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
[A]
[E]
[C#] Well, people [C#m] there that knew him [A] say they saw the [E] change come round.
[C#m] Like the grateful, smiling laughter [A] of a wanderer [E] who's been found.
[C#m] But the lady [A] wondered still what [G#m] kind of game was [A] left to play.
And as [G#m] they settled [A] up to leave, some [E] heard her say,
[C#m] You lived life as a gambler [A] all along the [E] San Joaquin.
[C#m] In your eyes remain the stories [A] of the times that [E] you have seen.
[C#m] But your smile [A] across the [G#m] campfire makes a dream [A] alive again.
[G#m] Like a spirit [A] free to glide [E] across the plains.
Oh, [A] young Wesley, [C#m] take me away.
[A]
[C#m] Oh, [A]
young Wesley, [C#m] take me away.
[A]
[C#m] Oh, [A] young Wesley, take me [C#m] away.
[E]
[C#m] There once was a gambler [A] and Wesley was [E] his name.
[C#m] He'd ride many a mile for [A] the chance to play [E] his game.
And [C#] the lifeline [A] surrounded [G#m] his eyes, so [A] they say, [G#m] like the highways [A] he traveled on [E] his way.
[C#m] They speak of a lady [A] who stopped to [E] rest a while, [C#m] as weary of the rounders as [A] she was
of [E] the miles on [C#m] that hot, [A] dusty day.
[G#m] As she watched him [A] at his play, [G#m] she thought she heard [A] something deep [E] inside her say,
Oh, [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
[A] [C#m] Oh, [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
[A]
[E]
[C#] She could tell he wasn't outlawed [A] like she'd fell in [E] with before.
[C#m] She saw herself beside [A] him and on the [E] run once more.
[C#m] But it pained him [A] to remember the [G#m] life of darkness [A] he'd once led.
He [G#m] told her [A] of a man left [E] lying dead.
[C#m] So she told him of the ghosts [A] far from lying [E] cold and still.
[C#m] Of windy prairie nights [A] with their lonely, [E] halting chill.
[C#m] How she still [A] could see the faces [G#m] of the robbers [A] of Moudon, [G#m] passed before [A] her little purse
[E] sun-raised of dawn.
[C#m] Oh, [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
Oh, [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
[A]
[E]
[C#] Well, people [C#m] there that knew him [A] say they saw the [E] change come round.
[C#m] Like the grateful, smiling laughter [A] of a wanderer [E] who's been found.
[C#m] But the lady [A] wondered still what [G#m] kind of game was [A] left to play.
And as [G#m] they settled [A] up to leave, some [E] heard her say,
[C#m] You lived life as a gambler [A] all along the [E] San Joaquin.
[C#m] In your eyes remain the stories [A] of the times that [E] you have seen.
[C#m] But your smile [A] across the [G#m] campfire makes a dream [A] alive again.
[G#m] Like a spirit [A] free to glide [E] across the plains.
Oh, [A] young Wesley, [C#m] take me away.
[A]
[C#m] Oh, [A]
young Wesley, [C#m] take me away.
[A]
[C#m] Oh, [A] young Wesley, take me [C#m] away.
Key:
A
C#m
E
G#m
C#
A
C#m
E
[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] There once was a gambler [A] and Wesley was [E] his name.
_ [C#m] He'd ride many a mile for [A] the chance to play [E] his game.
And [C#] the lifeline [A] surrounded [G#m] his eyes, so [A] they say, [G#m] like the highways [A] he traveled on [E] his way.
_ [C#m] They speak of a lady [A] who stopped to [E] rest a while, _ [C#m] as weary of the rounders as [A] she was
of [E] the miles on [C#m] that hot, [A] dusty day.
[G#m] As she watched him [A] at his play, [G#m] she thought she heard [A] something deep [E] inside her say,
_ Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away. _ _
[A] _ _ _ [C#m] Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me _ away.
[A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] She could tell he wasn't outlawed [A] like she'd fell in [E] with before.
_ [C#m] She saw herself beside [A] him and on the [E] run once more.
[C#m] But it pained him [A] to remember the [G#m] life of darkness [A] he'd once led.
He [G#m] told her [A] of a man left [E] lying dead.
_ [C#m] So she told him of the ghosts [A] far from lying [E] cold and still. _
[C#m] Of windy prairie nights [A] with their lonely, [E] halting chill.
_ [C#m] How she still [A] could see the faces [G#m] of the robbers [A] of Moudon, [G#m] passed before [A] her little purse
[E] sun-raised of dawn.
_ [C#m] Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away. _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
_ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] Well, people [C#m] there that knew him [A] say they saw the [E] change come round.
_ [C#m] Like the grateful, smiling laughter [A] of a wanderer [E] who's been found.
[C#m] But the lady [A] wondered still what [G#m] kind of game was [A] left to play.
And as [G#m] they settled [A] up to leave, some [E] heard her say,
_ [C#m] You lived life as a gambler [A] all along the [E] San Joaquin. _
[C#m] In your eyes remain the stories [A] of the times that [E] you have seen.
[C#m] But your smile [A] across the [G#m] campfire makes a dream [A] alive again.
[G#m] Like a spirit [A] free to glide [E] across the plains.
_ _ Oh, [A] young Wesley, [C#m] take me away.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [C#m] Oh, _ _ [A]
young Wesley, [C#m] take me away.
_ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take me [C#m] away. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] There once was a gambler [A] and Wesley was [E] his name.
_ [C#m] He'd ride many a mile for [A] the chance to play [E] his game.
And [C#] the lifeline [A] surrounded [G#m] his eyes, so [A] they say, [G#m] like the highways [A] he traveled on [E] his way.
_ [C#m] They speak of a lady [A] who stopped to [E] rest a while, _ [C#m] as weary of the rounders as [A] she was
of [E] the miles on [C#m] that hot, [A] dusty day.
[G#m] As she watched him [A] at his play, [G#m] she thought she heard [A] something deep [E] inside her say,
_ Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away. _ _
[A] _ _ _ [C#m] Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me _ away.
[A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] She could tell he wasn't outlawed [A] like she'd fell in [E] with before.
_ [C#m] She saw herself beside [A] him and on the [E] run once more.
[C#m] But it pained him [A] to remember the [G#m] life of darkness [A] he'd once led.
He [G#m] told her [A] of a man left [E] lying dead.
_ [C#m] So she told him of the ghosts [A] far from lying [E] cold and still. _
[C#m] Of windy prairie nights [A] with their lonely, [E] halting chill.
_ [C#m] How she still [A] could see the faces [G#m] of the robbers [A] of Moudon, [G#m] passed before [A] her little purse
[E] sun-raised of dawn.
_ [C#m] Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away. _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take [C#m] me away.
_ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] Well, people [C#m] there that knew him [A] say they saw the [E] change come round.
_ [C#m] Like the grateful, smiling laughter [A] of a wanderer [E] who's been found.
[C#m] But the lady [A] wondered still what [G#m] kind of game was [A] left to play.
And as [G#m] they settled [A] up to leave, some [E] heard her say,
_ [C#m] You lived life as a gambler [A] all along the [E] San Joaquin. _
[C#m] In your eyes remain the stories [A] of the times that [E] you have seen.
[C#m] But your smile [A] across the [G#m] campfire makes a dream [A] alive again.
[G#m] Like a spirit [A] free to glide [E] across the plains.
_ _ Oh, [A] young Wesley, [C#m] take me away.
_ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [C#m] Oh, _ _ [A]
young Wesley, [C#m] take me away.
_ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] Oh, _ [A] young Wesley, take me [C#m] away. _ _
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