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 bleAw his mind. ENow I'm just sittin' here doin' time. BSun, don't you rise noE more. C♯mWell a restless wind is whistling through my A♭mwindows through my head, Bthrough all the scrapes that AI've survived. C♯mAnd in my hour of darkness I keep cA♭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, thirteenAth of May. EBut I don't plan to go that way. BSun, don't you rise no Emore. AGoodnight my BAnda-LucEia. Don't Abuy all the Blies that they feed Eya. AAnd though you're heading Bslowly to some C♯mplace I can't reAspect, EI'll keep you in my collBection of regErets. C♯mAnd that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, thA♭mey all fell the same. BJust need one more to match my Aage. C♯mThen I'll count my killin' done. but I wA♭mon't deny my name: BQuickest wrist of the chaparral andA sage. ENow desperate times call for desperate men, BI'm just a kid but IA'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.Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
B E ATheBy'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-LucEia. B ADon't buy all the Blies that they feed Eya. B AAnd though you're heading Bslowly to some pC♯mlace I can't rAespect, EI'll keep you in my Bcollection of regrEets. [silence] C♯mAnd down the highway, down the road, A♭mto infamy I'll ride. BI'll take my pardon on the Arun, C♯mwith a trail of death behind me and A♭mDeluvina at my side, Btwo silhouettes against the ASun. EWell I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail. BRaining hail, bAorn to Fail. ENobody come for to go my bail. BSun, don't you rise no Emore [wind blowing and arpeggios on:]
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C♯m A♭m A B AThat's it, sorry for any innacuracies there must be.