G When i was a cowboy, i learned to throw the line C G D Learned to pocket money, and not to dress so fine G When that uncle turned me, i learned to rob and steal D When i'm round the cowboy, ill help the oven feel [Verse 2] D For workin my able, and beggin is too low C G D Stealin is so dreadful, to jail i will go G Yonder comes the jailer, no he didn't come to tea G He knows that i am guilty, i am bound to go with he [Verse 3] G I heard the jailor comin, with a darn big bunch of keys C G G One little pull of cornbread and a darn big bunch of peas G Cheer up cheer up little prisoners, i hear the jailor say G Were bound for dallas county, for seven long years to stay [Verse 4] G I wore my brand new cow girl, my boots and saddle were fine C G D When i view them pretty girls, you bet i call them mine G A view of the awful beauties, oh lord it was a dream G Im bound to dallas county, to wear the ball and chain [Verse 5] G I heard my darlin comin, ten dollars in her hand C G D She said, give it too the cowboy, tis all that i command G Give it to me the cowboy, and never in his time G He wont forget his gal he left so far behind [Verse 6] G When i was a cowboy i learned to throw the line C G D Learned to pocket money and not to dress so fine G When i that old gee perry and learned to rob and steal G When i robbed a cowboy, i had the ugly feel