Dave Stamey - The skies of lincoln county

^DmMy name is William Bonny and I ^Chave some things to tell ^DmAll about my life 'n death and the ^Cway things are in Hell And ^Bblies they told ^Dmabout me after ^BbGarrett shot me ^Fdown In ^CMexico, in 1881

^DmTwenty one were the lives that ^CGarrett said I took ^DmThat was just another lie he ^Cwrote down in his book For he ^Bbhad to make it ^Dmseem as though I ^Bbwere the Devils ^Fseed but the ^Clives I took, they were three

^BbAnd the skies of Lincoln County were as ^Fblue as blue could be ^BbAnd the sun that shines on you, well it ^Fused to shine on ^Cme ^BbAnd I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I ^Fliked the taste of beer The only ^Cdifference now, is I'm not here

I'm in New ^BbMexico and it's 1881^{Dm Dm}A man who'd lie to save his skin won't ^Clook you in the eye ^DmGarrett never saw my face when he ^Clet those bullets fly And I died ^Bbthere in Pete ^DmMaxwell's room, no ^Bbboots upon my ^Ffeet In the ^Cdark, and all alone

^DmThey had themselves an inquest, and ^Cthen they buried me ^DmThey made me into something that I ^Cnever meant to be And the ^Bbvultures came and ^Dmchipped away the ^Bbheadstone on my ^Fgrave And then ^Ctook it home, for souvenirs

^BbAnd the skies of Lincoln County were as ^Fblue as blue could be ^BbAnd the sun that shines on you, well it ^Fused to shine on ^Cme ^BbAnd I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I ^Fliked the taste of beer The only ^Cdifference now, is I'm not here

I'm in New ^BbMexico and it's 1881^{Dm Bb}History books are written by the ones who ^Fsurvive ^BbGarrett was the one who came out of that room ^Falive And he ^Bbharnessed up my ghost, ^Dmmade it ^Bbsing and ^Fdance And I am ^Cdancing still, I'm dancing still

^DmThe corridors of my Hell, they ^Cnever ever change ^DmI am doomed forever to this ^Clittle piece of range ^BbTrapped here by a ^Dmlegend that's no ^Bbmaking of my ^Fown I look ^Caround, and I see.

It's still New ^BbMexico and it's 1881^{Dm Bb}And the skies of Lincoln County were as ^Fblue as blue could be ^BbAnd the sun that shines on you, well it ^Fused to shine on ^Cme ^BbAnd I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I ^Fliked the taste of beer The only ^Cdifference now, is I'm not here

I'm in New ^BbMexico and it's 1881^Dm It's still ^BbNew Mexico and it's 1881^Dm