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Bonita And Bill Butler

Alison Krauss
Version1
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
B7
E----------
B----------
G--2-------
D--1-------
A--2-------
E--0-------
on the G chord, do this as well.
E-3------3---
B-3------2---
G-0------0---
D-0------0---
A-2------2---
E-3----2h3---
I  grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling  West Virginia
 A wheelhouse  cub looking  for an open door
In  the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel  of my Bonita
 Just two  months from her timbers  til she moored
I  paid the fare in billet on her maiden voyage  to Vicksburg
And  talked my way to hand the tiller  on the course
In  her planks I carved a notch and sealed the vow  “Be my Bonita”
And  her dowry was my life  between the shores
 I was born  with rouging ways,  and she steered  me like a woman
 From the port  calls and the bawds that lead me stray
 The calliope  serenades,  made the old  towns come running
 And the boys  would gamble shards to pull her chains
 The striker’s boast  would fain me loss,  about the wrecks  the shoals were
keeping
 And how the old  girl’s got poor Billy’s  ransom saved
, , , , ,  x2
 On the lake  at Bistineau, she set  the wharf at Dixie
 With a thousand  bales of cotton  on her main
 As the great  raft disappeared, the watermark  went sinking
 And she was stuck  right hard, a listing  on the bank
 With the furnace  still a blaze, I stood  my last upon  her
 Then climbed  the prow and took  a landsman’s trade
 “A derelict  now Milady” said the watch  log I’ve concorded
 “Have the bosun  sound us eight  bells for the change”
 I was  born with rouging  ways, and she  steered me like a  woman
 From the port  calls and the bawds that lead me stray
 The calliope  serenades,  made the old  towns come running
 And I would take  to wider walks,  so the gin  I stopped a drinking
 At three  scores aloft this crooked frame
 The striker’s boast  would fain me loss,  about the wrecks  the shoals were
keeping
 And how the old  girl’s got poor Billy’s  ransom saved

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Readable chord sheet for Bonita And Bill Butler by Alison Krauss

[B7]
E----------
B----------
G--2-------
D--1-------
A--2-------
E--0-------

on the G chord, do this as well.
E-3------3---
B-3------2---
G-0------0---
D-0------0---
A-2------2---
E-3----2h3---

[Em]  [D]  [A]  [C]  [D]  [Em]

[Em]I grew up in the scantling yards of [D]Wheeling West [A]Virginia
A w[C]heelhouse cub [D]looking for an open [Em]door
[Em]In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the [D]keel of my [A]Bonita
Just [C]two months from her [D]timbers til she [Em]moored
[Em]I paid the fare in billet on her maiden [D]voyage to [A]Vicksburg
[C]And talked my way to hand the [D]tiller on the [Em]course
[Em]In her planks I carved a notch and sealed the [D]vow “Be my [A]Bonita”
[C]And her dowry was my [D]life between the [Em]shores

I was [Em]born with rouging [D]ways, and she [C]steered me like a [G]woman
From the [C]port calls and the bawds that lead me [B7]stray
The [Em]calliope seren[D]ades, made the [C]old towns come [G]running
And the [C]boys would gamble shards to pull her [B7]chains
The striker’s [C]boast would fain me [D]loss, about the [Em]wrecks the shoals were
[A]keeping
And how the [C]old girl’s got poor [D]Billy’s ransom [Em]saved

[Em], [D], [A], [C], [D], [Em] x2

On the [Em]lake at Bistineau, she [D]set the wharf at [A]Dixie
With a [C]thousand bales of [D]cotton on her [Em]main
As the [Em]great raft disappeared, the [D]watermark went [A]sinking
And she was [C]stuck right hard, a [D]listing on the [Em]bank
With the [Em]furnace still a blaze, I [D]stood my last [A]upon her
Then [C]climbed the prow and [D]took a landsman’s [Em]trade
“A [Em]derelict now Milady” said the [D]watch log I’ve [A]concorded
“Have the [C]bosun sound us [D]eight bells for the [Em]change”

I was[Em] born with rouging[D] ways, and she[C] steered me like a[G] woman
From the [C]port calls and the bawds that lead me [B7]stray
The [Em]calliope seren[D]ades, made the [C]old towns come [G]running

And I would [Em]take to wider [D]walks, so the [C]gin I stopped a [G]drinking
At [C]three scores aloft this crooked [B7]frame
The striker’s [C]boast would fain me [D]loss, about the [Em]wrecks the shoals were
[A]keeping
And how the [C]old girl’s got poor [D]Billy’s ransom [Em]saved

[Em]  [D]  [A]  [C]  [D]  [Em]

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