Me and My Uncle --- John Phillips
Am Em Am
Well me and
my [C]uncle
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.
My uncle
started [C]winnin’
– 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
[C]cowboys,
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.