Biography:
Dave Stamey has been a cowboy, a mule packer, a dude wrangler, and is now one of the most popular Western entertainers working today. He has been voted seven times Entertainer of the Year, seven times Male Performer of the Year and Five times Songwriter of the Year by the Western Music Association, and received the Will Rogers Award from the Academy of Western Artists. He’s delighted audiences in twenty three states, and finds that he prefers this to being stomped by angry horses.
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The Skies of Lincoln County
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Dm-C-Dm-C-Dm
Dm C
My name is William Bonny and I have some things to tell
Dm C
All about my life 'n death and the way things are in Hell
Bb Dm Bb F
And lies they told about me after Garrett shot me down
C
In Mexico, in 1881
Dm C
Twenty one were the lives that Garrett said I took
Dm C
That was just another lie he wrote down in his book
Bb Dm Bb F
For he had to make it seem as though I were the Devils seed
C
but the lives I took, they were three
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Dm C
A man who'd lie to save his skin won't look you in the eye
Dm C
Garrett never saw my face when he let those bullets fly
Bb Dm Bb F
And I died there in Pete Maxwell's room, no boots upon my feet
C
In the dark, and all alone
Dm C
They had themselves an inquest, and then they buried me
Dm C
They made me into something that I never meant to be
Bb Dm Bb F
And the vultures came and chipped away the headstone on my grave
C
And then took it home, for souvenirs
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb F
History books are written by the ones who survive
Bb F
Garrett was the one who came out of that room alive
Bb Dm Bb F
And he harnessed up my ghost, made it sing and dance
C
And I am dancing still, I'm dancing still
Dm C
The corridors of my Hell, they never ever change
Dm C
I am doomed forever to this little piece of range
Bb Dm Bb F
Trapped here by a legend that's no making of my own
C
I look around, and I see.
Bb Dm
It's still New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb Dm
It's still New Mexico and it's 1881
http://www.davestamey.com/
Dm-C-Dm-C-Dm
Dm C
My name is William Bonny and I have some things to tell
Dm C
All about my life 'n death and the way things are in Hell
Bb Dm Bb F
And lies they told about me after Garrett shot me down
C
In Mexico, in 1881
Dm C
Twenty one were the lives that Garrett said I took
Dm C
That was just another lie he wrote down in his book
Bb Dm Bb F
For he had to make it seem as though I were the Devils seed
C
but the lives I took, they were three
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Dm C
A man who'd lie to save his skin won't look you in the eye
Dm C
Garrett never saw my face when he let those bullets fly
Bb Dm Bb F
And I died there in Pete Maxwell's room, no boots upon my feet
C
In the dark, and all alone
Dm C
They had themselves an inquest, and then they buried me
Dm C
They made me into something that I never meant to be
Bb Dm Bb F
And the vultures came and chipped away the headstone on my grave
C
And then took it home, for souvenirs
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb F
History books are written by the ones who survive
Bb F
Garrett was the one who came out of that room alive
Bb Dm Bb F
And he harnessed up my ghost, made it sing and dance
C
And I am dancing still, I'm dancing still
Dm C
The corridors of my Hell, they never ever change
Dm C
I am doomed forever to this little piece of range
Bb Dm Bb F
Trapped here by a legend that's no making of my own
C
I look around, and I see.
Bb Dm
It's still New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb F
And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
Bb F C
And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
Bb F
And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
C
The only difference now, is I'm not here
Bb Dm
I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
Bb Dm
It's still New Mexico and it's 1881
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