The Cowboys' Christmas Ball
The KillersVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
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E |-----------2------4-------------1-----|
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Way out in North Nevada, where the Trukee's waters flow
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'' and the Spanish ponies grow
Where the Norther comes whistlin' from beyond the Neutral strip
And the prairie dogs are sneezin' as if they had "the Grip"
Where the coyotes come a-howlin' round the ranches after dark
And the blue-birds are singin' to the lovely "medder lark"
Where the big horns are grazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles
The ladies "kinder scatterin'" had gathered in for miles
The room was togged out gorgeous with mistletoe and shawls
And candles flickered frescoes around the airy walls
The "wimmin folks" looked lovely, the boys looked kinder treed
Till their leader commenced yellin': "Hey, fellers, let's stampede"
The music started sighin' and a-wailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"
The leader was a fellow that came from Swenson's Ranch
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Dead-man's Branch"
His rig was "kinder keerless," big spurs and high-heeled boots
He had the reputation that comes when "fellers shoots"
His voice was like the bugle upon the mountain's height
His feet were animated, an' a mighty movin' sight
When he commenced to holler, "Now, fellers, stake yer pen!
Come on! lock horns to all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men
Saloot yer lovely critters; now swing an' let 'em go
Climb the grape vine round 'em, all hands do-ce-do!
And Mavericks, jine the round-up, jest skip her waterfall"
Huh! hit wuz gittin' happy, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball!"
Don't tell me about cotillions, or germans. No sir 'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill
Just give me a fronteer breakdown, backed up by Wild Bill
McAllister ain't nowhere! when Windy leads the show
I've seen 'em both in harness, an' so I sorter know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget yer, and I'll oftentimes recall
That lively-gaited sworray, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget yer, and I'll oftentimes recall
That lively-gaited sworray, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"
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Readable chord sheet for The Cowboys' Christmas Ball by The Killers
[C#] [F#] [Ab] [Bbm] [Fm]
E |----4------2------4------1------1-----|
B |----6------2------4------2------1-----|
G |----6------3------5------3------1-----|
D |----6------4------6------3------3-----|
A |----4------4------6------1------3-----|
E |-----------2------4-------------1-----|
[C#] [F#] [C#] [C#] [F#] [Ab] [C#]
E |--------------4-------------------------|-----------------4-----------------------|
B |-----6-----7-----6----------------------|-------6-----7------6--------------------|
G |--6--------------------6--------6-------|----6--------------------6---------5--6--|
D |-----------------------------8-----6----|-------------------------------8---------|
A |----------------------------------------|-----------------------------------------|
E |----------------------------------------|-----------------------------------------|
[C#]Way out in North Nevada, where the T[F#]rukee's waters f[C#]low
[C#]Where the cattle are "a-browzin'' and the Sp[F#]anish ponies g[Ab]row
[C#]Where the Norther comes whistlin' from be[F#]yond the Neutral s[C#]trip
[C#]And the prairie dogs are sneezin' as [F#]if they [Ab]had "the G[C#]rip"
Where the co[Ab]yotes come a-h[Bbm]owlin' round the r[F#]anches after d[C#]ark
And the b[Ab]lue-birds are si[Bbm]ngin' to the lo[F#]vely "medder l[Ab]ark"
Where the b[Ab]ig horns are g[Bbm]razin' and the lo[F#]nely plovers c[C#]all
It was th[Ab]ere that I att[Bbm]ended "The Co[F#]wboys' Chri[Ab]stmas B[C#]all"
[C#]The boys had left the ranches and co[F#]me to town in pi[C#]les
[C#]The ladies "kinder scatterin'" had gat[F#]hered in for m[Ab]iles
[C#]The room was togged out gorgeous with mis[F#]tletoe and s[C#]hawls
[C#]And candles flickered frescoes aro[F#]und the a[Ab]iry wa[C#]lls
The "wim[Ab]min folks" looked l[Bbm]ovely, the b[F#]oys looked kinder t[C#]reed
Till their le[Ab]ader commenced y[Bbm]ellin': "Hey, f[F#]ellers, let's sta[Ab]mpede"
The m[Ab]usic started s[Bbm]ighin' and a-wa[F#]ilin' through the h[C#]all
As a k[Ab]ind of intro[Bbm]duction to "The C[F#]owboys' Chr[Ab]istmas [C#]Ball"
[C#]The leader was a fellow that came from Sw[F#]enson's Ra[C#]nch
[C#]They called him "Windy Billy," from "l[F#]ittle Dead-man's Br[Ab]anch"
[C#]His rig was "kinder keerless," big s[F#]purs and high-heeled b[C#]oots
[C#]He had the reputation that co[F#]mes when "fel[Ab]lers s[C#]hoots"
His v[Bbm]oice was like the bugle u[Fm]pon the mountain's height
His f[Bbm]eet were animated, an' a mi[F#]ghty movin' s[Ab]ight
When [C#]he commenced to holler, "Now, fel[F#]lers, stake yer p[C#]en!
Come on! l[C#]ock horns to all them heifers, an' ru[F#]ssle 'em like [C#]men
Sa[Ab]loot yer lovely cri[Bbm]tters; now s[F#]wing an' let 'em [C#]go
Cl[Ab]imb the grape vine r[Bbm]ound 'em, all h[F#]ands do-ce-[Ab]do!
And Mav[Ab]ericks, jine the r[Bbm]ound-up, jest s[F#]kip her wate[C#]rfall"
Huh! [Ab]hit wuz gittin' h[Bbm]appy, "The Co[F#]wboys' Chri[Ab]stmas B[C#]all!"
Don't t[C#]ell me about cotillions, or ger[F#]mans. No sir [C#]'ee!
That wh[C#]irl at Carson City just t[F#]akes the cake with [Ab]me
I'm s[C#]ick of lazy shufflin's, of t[F#]hem I've had my f[C#]ill
Just g[C#]ive me a fronteer breakdown, ba[F#]cked up by W[Ab]ild Bi[C#]ll
McA[Ab]llister ain't now[Bbm]here! when W[F#]indy leads the s[C#]how
I've s[Ab]een 'em both in har[Bbm]ness, an' [F#]so I sorter k[Ab]now
Oh, B[Ab]ill, I sha'n't fo[Bbm]rget yer, and I[F#]'ll oftentimes re[C#]call
That liv[Ab]ely-gaited sw[Bbm]orray, "The C[F#]owboys' Chr[Ab]istmas [C#]Ball"
Oh, [Ab]Bill, I sha'n't f[Bbm]orget yer, and [F#]I'll oftentimes r[C#]ecall
That liv[Ab]ely-gaited sw[Bbm]orray, "The C[F#]owboys' Chr[Ab]istmas [C#]Ball"
[Ab] [C#]