Murder Steer

(Am) Come all ye brave cow punchers, wherever you may (Dm) be (Am)My tale is of the nineties, when the west was wild and (Am) free South G Texas Brewster county, and E7 early work was a goin' Am on Three G thousand head of cattle, thrown E7 together in the Am dawn (Am) Now the biggest outfits of that time were Wentworth and (Dm) Dubois (Am)Their rep was a man named Gilleland sent to represent their (Dm) law A G man of pride and arrogance, he's oft described that Am way And G he set the wheels in motion for the E7 horror of that Am day (Am) Now on that day a yearling bull was claimed by Henry (Dm) Pogh (Am)And the roundup boss agreed, said with Henry he should (Dm) go Fine G Gilleland loped over and cried produce the mama Am cow Or G you'll play hell a takin her and we'll E7 settle her here and Am now (Am) When Henry Pogh and Gilleland met in the center of the (Dm) herd (Am)Tragedy was near at hand though no one could hear their (Dm) words But G when the dust had settled on that January Am day G)Henry Pogh was found gunned down; E7 Gilleland rode hard Am away (Am) So the boys dragged out the yearling bull, branded murder on his (Dm) hide (Am)And January twenty on the maverick's other (Dm) side Then G they turned him loose to wander like some phantom of the Am plains In G Texas on the full of the moon his E7 legend still Am remains (This last verse is slowed down) F Out on the lonesome ranges, in the silent mists of C dawn F)The ghost steer comes a glidin', then suddenly he's C gone Still F searchin' for the cowboys that placed a curse upon his Am hide (Dm)Doomed to roam eternity, murder (E7) branded on his (Am) hide