Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues
tab by Torbjørn Nymo (metonymo @ mail . ru)


[ch]Em[/ch]                          [ch]H7[/ch]           (H7-5#9 [ch]H7[/ch])*
Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day
                      [ch]Asus2[/ch]     [ch]Em[/ch]
Well, he used crooked cards and dice
[ch]Em[/ch]                              [ch]H7[/ch]          (H7-5#9 [ch]H7[/ch])
A sinful guy, good hearted, but had no soul
                   [ch]Asus2[/ch]     [ch]Em[/ch]
Heart was hard and cold like ice

Jesse was a wild reckless gambler, won a gang of change
Although' a many gambler's heart he left in pain
When he began to spend a-loose his money, he began to be blue and all alone
But boy, this heart had even turned to stone

What broke Jesse's heart, while he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and gone
Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down
(He said) boy, I got to die today

              [ch]F#7[/ch]
     He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside
          [ch]H7[/ch]                      [ch]Em[/ch]
     Here are the words he had to say:
       [ch]Em[/ch]                     ([ch]H7[/ch])
     I guess I ought to know
     Exactly how I want to go    (How you wanna go, Jesse?)

[ch]Em[/ch]                                       [ch]H7[/ch]                         [ch]Em[/ch]
Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers, let them be veiled down in black
[ch]Em[/ch]                                                 [ch]H7[/ch]       [ch]H7[/ch]/[ch]f#[/ch]**  [ch]Em[/ch]
I want nine men going to the graveyard, buddy, and eight men comin'  back

              [ch]F#7[/ch]
     I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
     [ch]H7[/ch]                         [ch]Em[/ch]
     Crooked card printed on my hearse
     Don't say the crapshooters will never grieve over me
     My life been a doggone curse

[ch]Em[/ch]                                   [ch]H7[/ch]                           [ch]Em[/ch]
Send poker players to the graveyard, dig my grave with the ace of spades
[ch]Em[/ch]                                                      [ch]H7[/ch]           [ch]H7[/ch]/[ch]f#[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]
I want twelve polices in my funeral march, high sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade


                [ch]F#7[/ch]
     I want the judge and solicitor who jailed me fourteen times
     [ch]H7[/ch]                       [ch]Em[/ch]
     put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what else?)
     [ch]G[/ch]                         [ch]E7[/ch]
     Let a deck of cards be my tombstone, buddy
              ([ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D7[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch])****   [ch]Em[/ch]
     I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues


[ch]Em[/ch]                                                            [ch]H7[/ch]
Sixteen real good crapshooters, sixteen bootleggers to sing a song
[ch]Em[/ch]                                       [ch]H7[/ch]            [ch]H7[/ch]/[ch]f#[/ch]    [ch]Em[/ch]
Sixteen racket men gamblin', couple tend bar while I'm rollin' along

[ch]Em[/ch]                                                           [ch]H7[/ch]
He wanted 22 womens out of the Hampton Hotel, 26 off-a South Bell
[ch]Em[/ch]                                         [ch]H7[/ch]           [ch]H7[/ch]/[ch]f#[/ch]       [ch]Em[/ch]
29 women out of North Atlanta, know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell

     [ch]Em[/ch]
     His head was achin', heart was thumpin'
                            [ch]H7[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]
     Little Jesse went down bouncin' and jumpin'      […went to hell bouncin'…]
        [ch]F#7[/ch]                                     [ch]H7[/ch]
     Folks, don't be standin' 'round ol' Jesse cryin'
              [ch]Am[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]                [ch]H7[/ch]          [ch]Em[/ch]
     He wants everybody to do the Charleston whiles he's dyin'

     [ch]Em[/ch]
     One foot up, and a toenail dragging
                     [ch]Am[/ch]           [ch]H7[/ch]     [ch]Em[/ch]
     Throw my friend Jesse in the hoodoo wagon
     [ch]G[/ch]                        ([ch]g[/ch] - [ch]f#[/ch] - [ch]e[/ch])***** [ch]E7[/ch]
     Come here mama with that can  of   booze
         [ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D7[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]
     The dyin' crapshooter's, blues, I mean
         [ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D7[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]
     The dyin' crapshooter's blues...


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coda from another version

         [ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D7[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]
     The Dyin Crapshooter's, leavin' the world
         [ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D7[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]
     The Dyin' Crapshooter's, goin' down slow
         [ch]A7[/ch]         [ch]D7[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]
     With the Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues
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[ch]Em[/ch]         022000/075000
[ch]Asus2[/ch]      x02200
[ch]Am[/ch]         x02210
[ch]H7[/ch]         x21202/x24242
[ch]H7[/ch]-5#9     x2123x
[ch]H7[/ch]/[ch]f#[/ch]      2x1202
[ch]F#7[/ch]        242322
[ch]G[/ch]          320003
[ch]G/f#[/ch]       220003/20xxxx
[ch]E7[/ch]         020100/020130
[ch]A7[/ch]         x02020
[ch]D7[/ch]         200212/x00212

Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues
(from "Atlanta Twelve String", capo 2. fret)


Intro (/ = slide):
  [ch]H7[/ch]/[ch]d#[/ch]               [ch]Em[/ch]                      [ch]H7[/ch]          /-5#9    [ch]Em[/ch] ...
  :   .   .   .   :   .   .   .   :   .   .   .   :   .   .   .
--2/--3-3-3-3-3---2---------------0---------------2---2---------------0-----|
--0---0-0-0-0-0---0---------------0-------0-------0---0---3---3-------0-----|
--2/--3-3-3-3-3---2---0-----------0---0---0---2---2-------2---2-------0-----|
--1/--2-2-2-2-2---1-------2-------2---2---2---1---------------1---2---2-----|
------------------------------2-------2-------2-------------------2---------|
------------------------------0-----------------------------------0---------|


Embellishments:
 *                           **
  [ch]H7[/ch]    [ch]H7[/ch]-5#9    [ch]H7[/ch]          [ch]H7[/ch]   [ch]H7[/ch]/[ch]f#[/ch]      [ch]Em[/ch]
--2--------------(2)---     --2----2------2---0---|
--0-------3-------0----     --0----0---0--0---0---|
--2-------2-------2----     --2----2---2--2---0---|
--1------(1)-----(1)---     --1----1---1------2---|
--2------(2)-----(2)---     --2----x---x------2---|
-----------------------     -------2--------------|
                            (x = mute)


 ***                        *****
  [ch]H7[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]g[/ch]    [ch]f#[/ch]   [ch]e[/ch]    [ch]E7[/ch]
--2-------(2)--(0)---      -(3)-----------------(0)--0--|
---0------(0)--(0)---      -(0)-----------------(0)--0--|
----2------2----0----      --0-------------------1---1--|
-----1-----1----2----      --0-------------------0---0--|
------2----2----2----      --2-------------------2---2--|
-------0--------0----      --3----3----2----0----0------|
                           ...that can  of  booze...


 ****
Descending bass (replaces [ch]A7[/ch] [ch]D7[/ch] [ch]G[/ch]) (x = mute):
  [ch]E7[/ch]    [ch]e[/ch]     [ch]d[/ch]     [ch]c[/ch]     [ch]h[/ch]     [ch]a[/ch]     [ch]g[/ch]     [ch]g[/ch]     [ch]f#[/ch]    [ch]f[/ch]     [ch]e[/ch]     [ch]Em[/ch] ...
  .     .     :     .     .     .     :     .     .     .     :     .
--0---------------------------------------------------------------------0-0------|
--0-----------------------------------------------------------------0---0-0------|
--1-----------------------------------------x-----x-----x-----x-----0---0-0------|
--0-----------x-----x-----x-----x-----------5-----4-----3-----2-----2---2--------|
--2-----------5-----3-----2-----0-----------------------------------2------------|
--------0-----------------------------3------------------------------------------|
  I got the dyin' crapshooter's  blues...