Two gallants: Las Cruces Jail Album: What The Toll Tells (2006) Tabbed by Pierre-Yves Thevenet Hi, these are just the basic chords all along this great song. Most of the time it's arpeggios, but first I haven't figured them all out, and second and i can't be arsed to write down ones i have... So if anyone feels like it.. Arpeggios, suggestions, corrections, death threats, insults and stuff, please, pierreyvesthevenet@gmail.com Here we go:

^EWell I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail. ^BRaining hail, ^Aborn to fail. ^ENobody come for to go my bail. ^BSun, don't you rise no ^Emore.

^EWell I shot one man on the county line. ^BTook his dime and I ble^Aw his mind. ^ENow I'm just sittin' here doin' time. ^BSun, don't you rise no^E more.

^C#mWell a restless wind is whistling through my ^G#mwindows through my head, ^Bthrough all the scrapes that ^AI've survived. ^C#mAnd in my hour of darkness I keep c^G#mounsel with the dead, ^Bjust enough to remind me ^AI'm alive.

^EWell I write to the governor for to hear my plea ^Bbut he don't even ^Aanswer me. ^EJudge said he's gonna set my spirit free. ^BSun, don't you rise no ^Amore.

^EGavel fell, he chose the day, ^Bcattle tie, thirteen^Ath of May. ^EBut I don't plan to go that way. ^BSun, don't you rise no ^Emore.

^AGoodnight my ^BAnda-Luc^Eia. Don't ^Abuy all the ^Blies that they feed ^Eya. ^AAnd though you're heading ^Bslowly to some ^C#mplace I can't re^Aspect, ^EI'll keep you in my coll^Bection of reg^Erets.

^C#mAnd that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, th^G#mey all fell the same. ^BJust need one more to match my ^Aage. ^C#mThen I'll count my killin' done. but I w^G#mon't deny my name: ^BQuickest wrist of the chaparral and^A sage.

^ENow desperate times call for desperate men, ^BI'm just a kid but I^A'll pretend ^Emy time will come but until then, ^BSun, don't you rise no ^Emore.

^EWell I see that gallows altar, that ^Ecircle 'round the Sun. B E A The^By're gonna hang me if I stay here, they're gonna shoot me if I run. ^EThat jailer better watch his pride ^Bor off my wrists these ^Ashackles slide. ^EHear my restless fourty-five. ^BSun, don't you rise no ^Emore.

^AGoodnight my ^BAnda-Luc^Eia. ^B ^ADon't buy all the ^Blies that they feed ^Eya. ^B ^AAnd though you're heading ^Bslowly to some p^C#mlace I can't r^Aespect, ^EI'll keep you in my ^Bcollection of regr^Eets.

[silence]

^C#mAnd down the highway, down the road, ^G#mto infamy I'll ride. ^BI'll take my pardon on the ^Arun, ^C#mwith a trail of death behind me and ^G#mDeluvina at my side, ^Btwo silhouettes against the ^ASun.

^EWell I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail. ^BRaining hail, b^Aorn to Fail. ^ENobody come for to go my bail. ^BSun, don't you rise no ^Emore

[wind blowing and arpeggios on:] C#m G#m (A quick) B A (B quick) C#m G#m (A quick) B A That's it, sorry for any innacuracies there must be.

Two Gallants - Las cruces jail