[Intro] Am  Am  C/G  G  Am

[Tab 1]
   Am                         Am
E|--------------------------------------------------------|
B|---1----1-----1-----1--------1----1------1-----1--------|
G|---2----2-----2-----2--------2----2------2-----2--------|
D|---2----2-----2-----2--------2----2------2-----2--------|
A|---0---0-------0---0---------0---0--------0---0---------|
E|---------0---0---------0h3----------0---0---------0h3---|

[Tab 2]
   Am                        C/G
E|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|---1----1-----1-----1-------1----1-----1------1--------|
G|---2----2-----2-----2-------0----0-----0------0--------|
D|---2----2-----2-----2-------2----2-----2------2----0---|
A|---0---0-------0---0---0h2--3---3--------3---3----3----|
E|---------0---0--------------------3---3----------------|

[Tab 3]
    G                                   Am
E|----------------------------------------------------------|
B|---0----0-----0-----0------------------1------1----1------|
G|---0----0-----0-----0------------------2------2----2------|
D|---0----0-----0-----0------------------2------2----2------|
A|---2---2-------2---2---2h3p2p0---------0-----0--------0---|
E|---------3---3----------------h3---------------0--0-------|

[Primera Parte]

       Am                   C/G
He was born to a West Texas sky
     G                                     Dm    ( D2  Am/D )                   
Mama worked the mill and Daddy worked the mine
Am                            C/B
Daddy was a good man, but he liked that corn liquor
G               E7               F7M           Bm5-
   One night he met a man whose draw was quicker
    Am                             C/G
The sun rose on a fresh grave. He stood there by his mother
G                            Dm           ( D2  Am/D )       
  A shovel in one hand and a gun in the other
    Am                             C/G
The killer wore a silver star, the boy found him at the bar
G                          E7       F7M   Bm5-
And dropped the hammer on daddy's revolver
    Am                  C/G
He fled the law from El Paso to Waco
G                             Dm        ( D2  Am/D )       
   They ran him south all the way to Lerado
          Am                      C/G
He cut a trail to the border on a Palomino quarter
G                        F7M
   Most of the law never made it to the Rio

[Refrão 1]

   Bm5-   Am         E7       Am
He wasn't born a gun fighting man
         Bm5-       E7           Am
He just played the cards in his hand
Am                       Am7           Am6/E
Many men have tried, and many men have died
           Fm7                   E7
Trying to kill the man responsible
                            Am
For many a cowboys last ride

[Tab 1]

[Segunda Parte]

        Am                 C/G
She was born a schoolteacher's daughter
            G                             Dm  (D2    Am/D)           
She'd been raised right and washed by the water
               Am                C/G
She found him hiding in her back yard leaning on the well
G                             E7          F7M Bm5-
   A bullet in his leg and a posse on the hill
Am                       C/G
She hid him in the house when they came around
G                                Dm     (D2  Am/D)       
   She nursed him to health, and he was never found
     Am                         C/G
They wed in the spring, but the word was in the wind
            G                  F7M         (Bm5-) 
There were holes in his story, tales of past sin
Am                        C/G
Seven months he left his gun hanging on the hearth
G                                     Dm      (D2  Am/D)       
   One night he went for wood, they were waiting in the dark
          Am                             C/G
When the shots rang out, she dropped the kettle to the floor
         G                      F7M
Saw his gun on the mantle, and knew he'd need it no more

[Refrão 2]

    Bm5-     Am   E7           Am
She fell in love with a wanted man
               Bm5-   E7        Am
She stole his heart and his gun hand
 Am                       Am7          Am6/E
Many men have tried, and many men have died
     Fm7             E7
But she was the reason
                     D7  E7
For a cowboys last ride
         Am        E7      Am
He wasn't born a gun fighting man
       Bm5-       E7         Am
He just played the cards in his hand
 Am                      Am7          Am6
Many men have tried, and many men have died
           Fm7                    E7
Trying to kill the man responsible
                            Am
For many a cowboys last ride

[Tab 1]

[Final]

   Am                               C/G
The sun rose on a fresh grave, she stood there by his mother
G                               Dm      (D2  Dm)     
   A shovel in one hand, and a baby in the other