Jeffrey Foucault - Pearl handled pistol

^AThat old one-trick pony Sat down in the dust He pawed the air The gunshots died away The sun was red as rust … red as ^F#mrust It was red as ^Arust

^AGeneral G.A. Custer He was a mighty handsome man He loved dogs and children He loved the military band … military ^F#mband The military ^Aband

^B7Well the vaudeville tramps and churchbell tollers ^DHarlequins and holy rollers Lay their nickel ^Adown to raise the ^F#mdead ^B7With a tune sung low and wistful and a ^Dpearl handled pistol... and a ^Amirror hung up above the ^F#mbed Hung up above the ^Abed

^ABuffalo Bill he said good-bye to the boys Said they're spilling blood and taking scalps And making a joyful noise Make a joyful ^F#mnoise Makin joyful ^Anoise

^AHe said I'm off to fight the Indians And take a little off the top When I get home we'll all dress up And ride around the old big top … the old big ^F#mtop Around the old big ^Atop

^ASitting Bull was sitting In his cabin all alone And the cops they come to fetch him out They could not leave him alone … leave him ^F#malone Just leave him ^Aalone

^AThat old one-trick pony He sat down in the dust And he danced for the ghost of Sitting Bull Because baby the show must go ^F#mon

The show must go ^Aon show must go ^F#mon The show must go ^Aon