Ian Tyson - Murder steer

^AmCome all ye brave cow punchers, wherever you may ^Dmbe ^AmMy tale is of the nineties, when the west was wild and ^Amfree South ^GTexas Brewster county, and ^E7early work was a goin' ^Amon Three ^Gthousand head of cattle, thrown ^E7together in the ^Amdawn

^AmNow the biggest outfits of that time were Wentworth and ^DmDubois ^AmTheir rep was a man named Gilleland sent to represent their ^Dmlaw A ^Gman of pride and arrogance, he's oft described that ^Amway And ^Ghe set the wheels in motion for the ^E7horror of that ^Amday

^AmNow on that day a yearling bull was claimed by Henry ^DmPogh ^AmAnd the roundup boss agreed, said with Henry he should g^Dmo Fine ^GGilleland loped over and cried produce the mama c^Amow Or ^Gyou'll play hell a takin her and we'll ^E7settle her here and ^Am now

^AmWhen Henry Pogh and Gilleland met in the center of the ^Dmherd ^AmTragedy was near at hand though no one could hear their ^Dmwords But ^Gwhen the dust had settled on that January ^Amday ^GHenry Pogh was found gunned down; ^E7Gilleland rode hard ^Amaway

^AmSo the boys dragged out the yearling bull, branded murder on his ^Dm hide ^AmAnd January twenty on the maverick's other ^Dmside Then ^Gthey turned him loose to wander like some phantom of the ^Am plains In ^GTexas on the full of the moon his ^E7legend still ^Amremains (This last verse is slowed down) ^FOut on the lonesome ranges, in the silent mists of ^Cdawn ^FThe ghost steer comes a glidin', then suddenly he's ^Cgone Still ^Fsearchin' for the cowboys that placed a curse upon his ^Am hide ^DmDoomed to roam eternity, murder ^E7branded on his ^Amhide