Jimmy Rankin - Tripper

'Twas a ^Cbrisk autumn day they ^Amremember it well ^FTripper went strolling ^Calong He was merely a boy his ^Ammom's pride and joy So ^Csure he could do no^F wrong Running ^Cdown to the river then ^Amup by the tracks ^CPretending he was Jesse^F James With his ^Amfather's old hat, a ^Cstick for a ^Fgun ^C Tripper walked ^Ghome in the ^Crain

Such a ^Cglorious sight Fresh ^Amflowers in bloom In the ^Fspring when the ice takes to ^Cthaw But it's a rough wretched road a ^Amman has to go ^CLiving outside of the ^Flaw For a ^Cdark dirty cell was ^AmTripper's own hell ^CSurvival was his battle ^Fcry If ^Amdrinking don't kill me or a ^Cvillainous ^Fgun ^CHe said I'll ^Glive 'til I ^Cdie

^EmMother dear I'm in ^Amtrouble here Far ^Faway in the distant ^CWest ^EmI've laid down on ^Amstony ground I'm not ^Ffeeling all the ^Gbest

^CCold wind on the river and ^Amrain on the road Every ^Flight in the house burning ^Cstrong Somebody's saying a ^Amsad rosary ^CWondering where Tripper went ^Fwrong 'Cause he ^Cmet his own maker to a ^Amgrim undertaker Took a ^Cknife too deep in the ^Flung In a ^Amdim parking lot his ^Cvery last ^Fthoughts Were the ^Cdays he went ^Gstrolling ^Calong

^EmMother dear I'm in ^Amtrouble here Far ^Faway in the distant ^CWest ^EmI've laid down on ^Amstony ground I'm not ^Ffeeling all the ^Gbest

'Twas a ^Cbrisk autumn day they ^Amremember it well ^CTripper went ^Gstrolling ^Calong