Riders In The Sky - Ringo
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[Intro]
Am
AmHe lay face down in the Emdesert sand
AmClutching his six-gun in his Ghand
CShot from behind, I Gthought he was dead
AmBut under his Gheart was an Counce of lead
FBut a spark still burned so I Cused my knife
AmAnd late that night I Emsaved the life of Ringo
Am(Ringo... Ringo . . .)
AmI nursed him till the Emdanger passed
AmThe days went by, he Gmended fast
CThen from dawn till Gsetting sun
AmHe practiced Gwith that Cdeadly gun
FAnd hour on hour I wCatched in awe
AmNo human being could Emmatch the draw of Ringo
Am(Ringo... Ringo... )
AmOne day we rode the Emmountain crest
AmAnd I went east and Ghe went west
CI took to law and Gwore a star
AmWhile he spread Gterror Cnear and far
FWith lead and blood he Cgained such fame
AmAll throughout the West they Emfeared the name of Ringo
Am(Ringo... Ringo... )
AmI knew someday I'd Emface the test
AmWhich one of us would Gbe the best
CAnd sure enough the Gword came down
AmThat he was Gholed up Cin the town
FI left the posse out Cin the street
AmAnd I went in alEmone to meet Ringo
Am(Ringo... Ringo... )
AmThey said my speed was Emnext to none
AmBut my lightning draw Ghad just begun
CWhen I heard a blast that Gstung my wrist
AmThe gun went Gflying Cfrom my fist
FAnd I was looking Cdown the bore
AmOf the deadly Em.44 of Ringo
Am(Ringo... Ringo... )
AmThey say that was the Emonly time
AmThat anyone had Gseen him smile
CHe slowly lowered his Ggun and then
AmHe said to Gme "We're Ceven, friend"
FAnd so at last I Cunderstood
AmThat there was still a Emspark of good in Ringo
Am(Ringo... Ringo... )
AmI blocked the path of Emhis retreat
AmHe turned and stepped iGnto the street
CA dozen guns spit Gfire and lead
AmA moment lGater, Che lay dead
FThe town began to Cshout and cheer
AmNowhere was there shed a Emtear for Ringo
Am(Ringo... Ringo... )
AmThe story spread throughEmout the land
AmThat I had beaten RGingo's hand
CAnd it was just the Gyears, they say
AmThat made me Gput my Cguns away
FBut on his grave they Ccan't explain
AmThe tarnished star aEmbove the name of Ringo
Am(Ringo... Ringo... )
(Ringo... Ringo... )