Me and My Uncle --- John Phillips
Am Em Am
Well me and
went ridin’ [Am]down,
South Colo-[C]rado, West Texas [Am]bound.
We stopped [C]over in Santa [Am]Fe,
That bein’ the [C]point just about half-[D]way,
And [C]you know it was the [E]hottest part of the [Am]day.
I took the [C]horses
up to the [Am]stalls.
Went to the [C]barroom ‘n ordered drinks for [Am]all.
Three days in the [C]saddle, you know my body [Am]hurt.
It bein’ [C]Summer, I took off my [D]shirt,
And I [C]tried to wash off [E]some of that dusty [Am]dirt.
West Texas [C]cowboys,
they’s all a-[Am]round.
With liquor and [C]money, they’s loaded [Am]down.
So soon after [C]payday, you know it seemed a [Am]shame…
You know my [C]uncle, he starts a friendly [D]game.
[C]High, Low, Jack and the [E]winner takes the [C]game.
– cowboys got [Am]sore.
One of them [C]called him – and then two [Am]more.
Accused him of [C]cheatin’, now I know that couldn’t [Am]be,
I know my [C]uncle and he’s as honest as [D]me,
And [C]I’m as honest as a [E]son-of-a-bitch can [Am]be.
One of them [C]cowboys,
he starts to [Am]draw,
I shot him [C]down, Lord. He never [Am]saw.
Shot me an-[C]other, (that man) he won’t grow [Am]old.
In the con-[C]fusion, my uncle grabbed the [D]gold,
And [C]we high-tailed it [E]down to Mexi-[Am]co.
Now all those
we had their [Am]gold.
‘n I loved my [C]uncle, God rest his [Am]soul.
He taught me [C]good, Lord. He taught me all I [Am]know.
He taught me [C]so well -- I grabbed that [D]gold,
And I [C]left his dead ass [E]there by the side of the [Am]road.
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