Claude Dallas
Tom Russell BandVersion1
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Chords in this song
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D-DU-UDU
..Am)In a land the Spanish once had, called the G Northern Mystery
Where rivers D run and disappear and the F Mustang still lives free
By the Am Devils wash and the coyote hole in the G wild Owyee Range
D Somewhere in the sage tonight, the F wind calls out his name
Aye Aye Am Aye
Am Come gather round me buckaroos and the G story I will tell
The E fugitive Claude Dallas, who Am just broke out of jail
You might think this tale is history, from G before the West was won
But the E events that Ill describe took place in Am 1981
He was born out in Virginia, left home when school was through
In the deserts of Nevada, he became a buckaroo
He learned the ways of cattle, he learned to sit a horse
He always packed a pistol and he practiced deadly force
Then C Claude he became a trapper, he G dreamt of the bygone days
He studied bobcat logic, in the wild and silent ways
In the bloody runs near paradise, in the monitors down south
Trapping cats and coytes, living hand and mouth
Aye Aye Aye
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Readable chord sheet for Claude Dallas by Tom Russell Band
[Dm]..Am)In a land the Spanish once had, called the G Northern Mystery Where rivers D run and disappear and the F Mustang still lives free By the Am Devils wash and the coyote hole in the G wild Owyee Range D Somewhere in the sage tonight, the F wind calls out his name Aye Aye Am Aye Am Come gather round me buckaroos and the G story I will tell The E fugitive Claude Dallas, who Am just broke out of jail You might think this tale is history, from G before the West was won But the E events that Ill describe took place in Am 1981 He was born out in Virginia, left home when school was through In the deserts of Nevada, he became a buckaroo He learned the ways of cattle, he learned to sit a horse He always packed a pistol and he practiced deadly force Then C Claude he became a trapper, he G dreamt of the bygone days He studied bobcat logic, in the wild and silent ways In the bloody runs near paradise, in the monitors down south Trapping cats and coytes, living hand and mouth Aye Aye Aye