Las Cruces Jail
Two GallantsVersion1
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Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
Raining hail, born to fail.
Nobody come for to go my bail.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Well I shot one man on the county line.
Took his dime and I blew his mind.
Now I'm just sittin' here doin' time.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Well a restless wind is whistling through my windows through my head,
through all the scrapes that I've survived.
And in my hour of darkness I keep counsel with the dead,
just enough to remind me I'm alive.
Well I write to the governor for to hear my plea
but he don't even answer me.
Judge said he's gonna set my spirit free.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Gavel fell, he chose the day,
cattle tie, thirteenth of May.
But I don't plan to go that way.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
And that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, they all fell the same.
Just need one more to match my age.
Then I'll count my killin' done. but I won't deny my name:
Quickest wrist of the chaparral and sage.
Now desperate times call for desperate men,
I'm just a kid but I'll pretend
my time will come but until then,
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Well I see that gallows altar, that circle 'round the Sun.
They're gonna hang me if I stay here, they're gonna shoot me if I run.
That jailer better watch his pride
or off my wrists these shackles slide.
Hear my restless fourty-five.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride.
I'll take my pardon on the run,
with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side,
two silhouettes against the Sun.
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
Raining hail, born to Fail.
Nobody come for to go my bail.
Sun, don't you rise no more
( quick) ( quick)
( quick)
That's it, sorry for any innacuracies there must be.
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Readable chord sheet for Las Cruces Jail by Two Gallants
[E]Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
[B]Raining hail, [A]born to fail.
[E]Nobody come for to go my bail.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more.
[E]Well I shot one man on the county line.
[B]Took his dime and I ble[A]w his mind.
[E]Now I'm just sittin' here doin' time.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no[E] more.
[C#m]Well a restless wind is whistling through my [Abm]windows through my head,
[B]through all the scrapes that [A]I've survived.
[C#m]And in my hour of darkness I keep c[Abm]ounsel with the dead,
[B]just enough to remind me [A]I'm alive.
[E]Well I write to the governor for to hear my plea
[B]but he don't even [A]answer me.
[E]Judge said he's gonna set my spirit free.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [A]more.
[E]Gavel fell, he chose the day,
[B]cattle tie, thirteen[A]th of May.
[E]But I don't plan to go that way.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more.
[A]Goodnight my [B]Anda-Luc[E]ia.
Don't [A]buy all the [B]lies that they feed [E]ya.
[A]And though you're heading [B]slowly to some [C#m]place I can't re[A]spect,
[E]I'll keep you in my coll[B]ection of reg[E]rets.
[C#m]And that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, th[Abm]ey all fell the same.
[B]Just need one more to match my [A]age.
[C#m]Then I'll count my killin' done. but I w[Abm]on't deny my name:
[B]Quickest wrist of the chaparral and[A] sage.
[E]Now desperate times call for desperate men,
[B]I'm just a kid but I[A]'ll pretend
[E]my time will come but until then,
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more.
[E]Well I see that gallows altar, that [E]circle 'round the Sun.
[B] [E] [A]
The[B]y're gonna hang me if I stay here, they're gonna shoot me if I run.
[E]That jailer better watch his pride
[B]or off my wrists these [A]shackles slide.
[E]Hear my restless fourty-five.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more.
[A]Goodnight my [B]Anda-Luc[E]ia. [B]
[A]Don't buy all the [B]lies that they feed [E]ya. [B]
[A]And though you're heading [B]slowly to some p[C#m]lace I can't r[A]espect,
[E]I'll keep you in my [B]collection of regr[E]ets.
[silence]
[C#m]And down the highway, down the road, [Abm]to infamy I'll ride.
[B]I'll take my pardon on the [A]run,
[C#m]with a trail of death behind me and [Abm]Deluvina at my side,
[B]two silhouettes against the [A]Sun.
[E]Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
[B]Raining hail, b[A]orn to Fail.
[E]Nobody come for to go my bail.
[B]Sun, don't you rise no [E]more
[wind blowing and arpeggios on:]
[C#m] [Abm] ([A] quick) [B] [A] ([B] quick)
[C#m] [Abm] ([A] quick) [B] [A]
That's it, sorry for any innacuracies there must be.