oh give me land, lots of land under starry skies above...don't fence me in

[cleofus1]

Don't Fence Me In
Words & Music by Cole Porter
Recorded by Bing Crosby & The Andrews sisters, 1944
From the movie "Hollywood Canteen"


A G A D D6sus4 D D9 G/B D A D
Oh, give me land, lots of land under star - ry skies above --

G D A
Don't fence me in.

A7 Em7 A7 Em7 A7
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love --

A7(V) Gdim D
Don't fence me in.

A7 D DM7 D7 D7/9 D9
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze,

G G/F# Em7 Gm7
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees;

D F#m B7
Send me off forever but I ask you please,

E7 A7 D
Don't fence me in.


D7 G G/F# Em7
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle

G/B D G D
Underneath the western skies

D7 G G/F# Em7
On my cayuse, let me wander over yonder

G/B A7 Em7 A7
Till I see the mountains rise

A Em7 A D DM7 D7 D7/9 D9
I want to ride to the ridge where the West com - men - ces,

G G/F# Em7 Gm7
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses;

D F#m B7
I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences --

E7 A7 D
Don't fence me in.

[ET Awful]

1. I'm back in the saddle again

Out where a friend is a friend
Where the longhorn cattle feed
On the lowly gypsum weed
Back in the saddle again

Ridin' the range once more
Totin' my old .44
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again

Whoopi-ty-aye-oh
Rockin' to and fro
Back in the saddle again
Whoopi-ty-aye-yay
I go my way
Back in the saddle again

I'm back in the saddle again
Out where a friend is a friend
Where the longhorn cattle feed
On the lowly gypsum weed
Back in the saddle again

Ridin' the range once more
Totin' my old .44
Where you sleep out every night
And the only law is right
Back in the saddle again

Whoopi-ty-aye-oh
Rockin' to and fro
Back in the saddle again
Whoopi-ty-aye-yay
I go my way
Back in the saddle again

[cleofus1]

2. oh you!

you forgot the chords!

Back in the saddle again
Gene Autry


G D G
I'm back in the saddle a gain
C G
Out where a friend is a friend
C Cdim
Where we sleep out every night
G Em
Where the only law is " right"
A D G
I'm back in the saddle again
G D G
Riding the range once more
C Cdim G
Totin' my old ' 44
C Cdim
Where the long-horned cattle feed
G Em
On the lonely jipson weed
A D G
I'm back in the saddle again
C



Whoopy-ti-yi-yo
G
Rocking to and fro'
D
I'm back in the saddle again
C Cdim

Whoopy-ti-yi-ya
G Em
I'll be on my way
A D G
I'm back in the saddle again.

[ET Awful]

3. However shall I make up for it . . . oh, I know!

E B7
1. All day I face the barren waste
E B7 E
Without the taste of water, cool water
A B7
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry
E A E B7 E
And souls that cry for water, cool, clear, water

CHORUS
E B7
Keep a-movin' Dan don't ya listen to him Dan
E B7 E
He's a devil of a man and he spreads the burning sand with water
A E
Dan can you see that big green tree
A
Where the water's running free
B7 E
And it's waiting there for you and me?


2. The nights are cool and I'm a fool
Each star's a pool of water, cool water
But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn
And carry on to water, cool, clear, water

3. The shadows sway and seem to say
Tonight we pray for water, cool, water
And way up there He'll hear our prayer
And show us where there's water, cool, clear, water

4. Dan's feet are sore he's yearning for
Just one thing more than water, cool, water
Like me I guess he'd like to rest
Where there's no quest for water, cool, clear, water

[cleofus1]

4. very cool...

Happy Trails
Written By Dale Evans

Happy Trails

E Fdim B7
Happy trails to you, until we meet again
B7sus B7 B+ E
Happy trails to you, keep smiling until then
E7 A
Who cares about the clouds if we're together
C#7 F#9 B7
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather
E C#7 F#m B7 E
Happy trails to you, 'til we meet again
E C#7
Some trails are happy
F#m
others are blue
B7
It's the way you ride the trail that counts
E
Here's a happy one for you
E Fdim B7
Happy trails to you, until we meet again
B7sus B7 B+ E
Happy trails to you, keep smiling until then
E7 A
Who cares about the clouds if we're together
C#7 F#9 B7
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather
E C#7 F#m B7 E
Happy trails to you, 'til we meet again

[ET Awful]

5. Hehehe

C F C
I'm a roaming cowboy, riding all day long
G7 C
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
F C Cm6 A7
Nights underneath a prairie moon,
D7 G
I ride alone and sing a tune.

Chorus:

F F7
See them tumbling down,
E E7
Pledging their love to the ground,
F C C#dim
Lonely but free I'll be found
G7 C C+
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

F F7
Cares of the past are behind,
E E7
Nowhere to go but I'll find
F C C#dim
Just where the trail will wind,
G7 C C+
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Fm6 G7 C Am6# B7 Em B7 G7
I know when night has gone that a new world's born at dawn,

F F7
I'll keep rolling along,
E E7
Deep in my heart is a song,
F C C#dim
Here on the range I belong,
G7 C C7 C+
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

[cleofus1]

6. yer better than most....oh yes...

wabash cannonball

G C
Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore
D D7 G
She climbs the flowery mountains, over hills and by the shore
G C
she's mighty tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all
D G
She's a regular combination, the Wabash Cannonball.

G G7 C
Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
D D7 G
As she glides along the woodland, over hills and by the shore
G G7 C
She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merry hobo squall
D D7 G
As she glides along the woodland, the Wabash Cannon ball.

G C
Oh the Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people say
D D7 G
Chi cago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way
G G7 C
To the lakes of Minnesota where the ri ppling waters f all
D D7 G
No chances to be taken on the Wabash Cannon ball.

Chorus

G C
I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue
D D7 G
Ac ross the Eastern counties on Elkhorn Number Two
G G7 C
I have rode these highball trains from coast to coast that's all
D D7 G
But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannon ball.

Chorus

G C
Oh, here's old daddy Claxton, may his name forever be
D D7 G
And long be remembered in the state of Tennessee
G G7 C
For he is a good old rounder 'til the curtain round him fall
D D7 G
He'll be carried home to victory on the Wabash Cannon ball.

Chorus

[ET Awful]

8. Well, my great uncle on my mom's side is

pretty well known in older country/cowboy music circles. I had this shit around my whole life :)

Never liked it that much, but it was around :). Not that I hated it mind you, just my immediate family (mom, dad, bros. and sis.) were rebellious and went a different route :)

[cleofus1]

9. i love all music

from cole porter to sid vicious...

[ET Awful]

13. Let's try something that'll throw you . . .

A G
I'm just lonesome L.A. cowboy,
D E
Hangin' out, and hangin' on
A G
To your window ledge, callin' your name
D E
From midnight until dawn
D E
I been smokin' dope, snortin' coke,'n
A D
Tryin' to write a song
D A
Forgettin' everything I know
E A A7
Until the next line comes along
D A
Forgettin' everything I know
E A
Until the next line comes along

A G
So many pretty people in this city, and I swear
D E
Some of them are girls
A G
I meet'em down at Barney's Beanery in their
D E
Platform shoes and spit curls
D E
I buy'em drinks, stoke our hopes
A D
And try to make it one more night
A
When I left alone at last
E A
I feel like I'll die from cryin'


I know Kris and Rita and Marty Mull
Are meeting at the Troubadour
We'll get it on with the "Joy Of Cooking"
While the crowd calls out for more
Around six o'clock this morning
I'll be gettin' kind of slow
When all the shows are over, honey, tell me,
Where do you think I go?

[cleofus1]

14. Peter Rowan

from bill monroe to the grateful dead...

[ET Awful]

15. Hehehe :) How about . . .

G G7 C G
One Sunday morning, look shower and rain
A D
Round the bend, come the passenger train
G7 C G
In the cabin was Casey Jones
G
Mobile engineer but he’s dead and gone

Mrs. Casey, when she heard the news
Sittin’ on the bed, she was lacin’ up her shoes
Children, children, now catch your breath
You’ll draw a pension at your papa’s death

Children, children, now get your hat
Tell me mama, what do you mean by that?
Get your hat, put it on your head
Goin’ to town, see your papa is dead

Casey said before he died
"Fix the blinds so that the bums can ride.
"If they ride, let’em ride the rods,
Put their trust in the hand of God."

Casey said before he died
"Two more roads that I want to ride."
People said, "What road Casey, can that be?"
"The Colorado and the Sante Fe."

[cleofus1]

17. casey jones (shady grove)

traditional

did the grateful dead cover this...or dylan?

[ET Awful]

18. Neither. :)

It was covered by Garcia and Grisman on the "Shady Grove" LP (which would explain your (shady grove) reference.

The Dead did do a song called Casey Jones but it was completely unlike this in everything other than name.

[cleofus1]

19. i was close....

you are a tricky rabbit!

[ET Awful]

22. Why do I get the odd feeling you're searching over at

rukind.com for chords :)

[cleofus1]

23. cough >google< cough

:woohoo:

[cleofus1]

26. never been to rukind.com

now i have it in my favorites...thanks

[bicentennial_baby]

7. I adore Cole Porter...

:)

[micrometer_50]

10. I'm An Old Cowhand

D Bm7 Em7 G/B A7 Edim D G D
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,

D Bm7 Em7 G/B A7 Edim D G D
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tanned;

Bm F#m
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow --

Bm F#m
Never roped a steer, 'cause I don't know how,

Bm F#m
And I sure ain't fixin' to start in now.

D Em7 G/B A7+5 D Bm7 D Em7 G/B A7+5 D
Yippie - yi - yo - ki - yay, yippie - yi - yo - ki - yay.


D Bm7 Em7 G/B A7 Edim D G D
I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,

D Bm7 Em7 G/B A7 Edim D G D
And I learned to ride 'fore I learned to stand;

Bm F#m
I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date --

Bm F#m
I know every trail in the Lone Star state,

Bm F#m
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V8.

D Em7 G/B A7+5 D Bm7 D Em7 G/B A7+5 D
Yippie - yi - yo - ki - yay, yippie - yi - yo - ki - yay.


D Bm7 Em7 G/B A7 Edim D G D
I know all the songs that the cowboys know

Bm F#m
'Bout the big corral where the dogies go,

Bm F#m
'Cause I learned them all on the rad-ee-o

D Em7 G/B A7+5 D Bm7 D Em7 G/B A7+5 D
Yippie - yi - yo - ki - yay, yippie - yi - yo - ki - yay.


Words & Music by Johnny Mercer

[cleofus1]

11. great song...

but somehow the jarring image of bing crosby sitting on a horse always makes me laugh...

[livetohike]

12. Thanks for this morning's song cleofus1 and

the tablature :-).

[Deep13]

16. I'm there, dude!

[cleofus1]

20. rowan/new riders/grateful dead....

and

Panama Red
Old & In The Way
(Rowan)

Intro:

SN Bass - A G# G
|F# . . .|. . . .|G . . .|. . . .|A . . . |. . . .|
SN Bass - A B C#
|D . . . |

Chorus
Bm A G
Panama Red, Panama Red, he'll steal your woman,
E7 A Bm A
Then he'll rob your head. Panama Red, Panama Red.
F#
On his white horse, Mescalito,
G
He come breezin' through town.
A D
I'll bet your woman's up in bed with, Panama Red.

D
The judge don't know when Red's in town,
G
He keeps will hidden underground.
A D
But everybody's acting lazy, falling out and hangin' 'round.
G
My woman said, "Hey Pedro, you're actin’ crazy like a clown"
A D
Nobody feels like working, Panama Red is back in town.

Chorus
Jam on verse and chorus chords

Everybody's looking out for him,
'Cause they know Red's satisfies.
Little girls love to listen, to him sing and tell sweet lies.
But when things get too confusing, honey, you're better off in bed
And I’ll be searching all the joints in town for Panama Red.

[WCGreen]

27. Man when I was at Ohio State, at any party when this

song came on people would absolutely go crazy......

At one party, everyone was just jumping up and down and the floor fell through....

No one cared.....

We just kept on with the party

There was a lot of grain alcohol involved....

[bridgit]

21. Seminole Wind ~

Ever since the days of old,
Men would search for wealth untold.
They'd dig for silver and for gold,
And leave the empty holes.
And way down south in the Everglades,
Where the black water rolls and the saw grass sways.
The eagles fly and the otters play,
In the land of the Seminole.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you're never gonna blow again.
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend,
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the gar.

Progress came and took its toll,
And in the name of flood control,
They made their plans and they drained the land,
Now the glades are going dry.
And the last time I walked in the swamp,
I sat upon a Cypress stump,
I listened close and I heard the ghost,
Of Osceola cry.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you're never gonna blow again.
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the gar.

[cleofus1]

24. john anderson

great song and big hit for him a couple of years back

[bridgit]

28. yessirreesir true ~

:thumbsup:

[BikeWriter]

25. I've never seen the Everglades, but that song hurts.

:(

[bridgit]

29. you're write, BikeWriter...

it has a sadness woven throughout :cry:

[BikeWriter]

32. Yes'm.

[cleofus1]

30. i worked radio in santa fe for a few years...

we had this song in rotation and it got played a lot...
could never find the chords for it...

Las Mañanitas

Estas son las mañanitas
que cantaba el Rey David
Hoy por ser día de tus santo
Te las cantamos a ti.

Despierta mi bien despierta
Mira que ya amaneció
Ya los pajaritos cantan
La luna ya se metió.

Si el sereno de la esquina
Me quiriera hacer favor
De apagar su intermita mientras
Que pasa mi amor

Despierta mi bien despierta
Mira que ya amaneció
Ya los pajaritos cantan
La luna ya se metió.

[cleofus1]

31. last one...

charlie robinson kicks ass...


My name is John O'Reilly
And my father worked the fields
In the hills of old Kilarny
Where I helped him turn the wheels
My arms grew hard as iron for a boy of 17
And I used my fists for gambling in those wet Kilarny streets

Well the ship left for America and I brought my pack aboard
Said goodbye to my dear Ireland said a prayer to my dear Lord
I fought those sorry guineas in the kitchen they called hell
I fought them for their dollar and those guineas paid me well

Chorus
Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return

I fought in New York City and I fought the Jersey shore
My gut stayed full of whiskey and my bed stayed full of whores
They called my right a cannonball and my left they called the same
I left em' all lyin' half in blood and half in shame

I met a man on '32 and he stuck out his hand
And he offered me a thousand if I'd fall before his man
I said it could be done but only for another two
He smiled at me and nodded as I stuck it in my shoe

Chorus
Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return

They rang the bell two times before I let him have my nose
And I let him work my left until my eye was swollen closed
Then I let loose a right that they still talk about today
For that guinea didn't know that I had bet the other way

They covered every dock and every port there on the coast
Looking for that double crosser who had turned into a ghost
But I was on a train my friend that rode the other way
And i'll sail from California back to Dublin one fine day

Chorus
Fair thee well fair Dover
Fair thee well your seasons turn
For my pockets will be jingling on the day of my return
The day of my return