Louis Lamour

E F#m A E F#m Readin' old westerns with them white and black Stetsons A E They made it real simple to tell bad from good F#m It seems people these days are wearin' all kinds of grey A E I miss them old dusters 'cause I knew where I stood A F#m C#m E You can't count anymore on Louis L'Amour to paint you the lay of the land A F#m C#m E And tell you who's on your side stride for stride and who's gonna ride for the brand F#m A E But don't get me wrong, there was a lot going on back in them wild lawless days F#m Not every gunfight was won by the good guys A E And one person's outlaw was another man's saint N.C. But still A F#m C#m E You can't count anymore on Louis L'Amour to show you the lay of the land A F#m C#m E Tell you who's on your side stride for stride and who's gonna ride for the brand E F#m A E F#m That old Russell hangs in a busted up frame A E In a tire shop off the highway out past Coeur d'Alene F#m A E A young mother cries as she searches the eyes of a son who's known nothin' but desperate pain F#m A E A young mother cries as she searches the skies for a time before meth hit our great western range