Tom: G
G
When i was a cowboy, i learned to throw the line
C G D
Learned to pocket money, and not to dress so fine
G
When that uncle turned me, i learned to rob and steal
D
When i'm round the cowboy, ill help the oven feel
[Verse 2]
D
For workin my able, and beggin is too low
C G D
Stealin is so dreadful, to jail i will go
G
Yonder comes the jailer, no he didn't come to tea
G
He knows that i am guilty, i am bound to go with he
[Verse 3]
G
I heard the jailor comin, with a darn big bunch of keys
C G G
One little pull of cornbread and a darn big bunch of peas
G
Cheer up cheer up little prisoners, i hear the jailor say
G
Were bound for dallas county, for seven long years to stay
[Verse 4]
G
I wore my brand new cow girl, my boots and saddle were fine
C G D
When i view them pretty girls, you bet i call them mine
G
A view of the awful beauties, oh lord it was a dream
G
Im bound to dallas county, to wear the ball and chain
[Verse 5]
G
I heard my darlin comin, ten dollars in her hand
C G D
She said, give it too the cowboy, tis all that i command
G
Give it to me the cowboy, and never in his time
G
He wont forget his gal he left so far behind
[Verse 6]
G
When i was a cowboy i learned to throw the line
C G D
Learned to pocket money and not to dress so fine
G
When i that old gee perry and learned to rob and steal
G
When i robbed a cowboy, i had the ugly feel
