Russian Bill

Fm Cm Gm Gm Cm A# Cm Cm Gm Tombstone back a hundred years, A# Cm A deadly town they say. Gm With Curly Bill and Wyatt Earp A# Cm And Fast Doc Holliday. Fm Cm Outlaws were as thick as fleas, Fm Cm They roamed the streets at will, Gm When into town a stranger came, A# Cm Said, “Call me Russian Bill.” Fm Cm Russian Bill was tall and strong Fm Cm With long and golden hair, Cm His blue eyes gleamed beneath his hat, Gm Cm Cm His big spurs ringing there. Fm Cm Four notches had he on his gun Fm Cm To count the men he’d slain, Gm But none had ever seen him shoot A# Cm Or even heard his name. Fm Cm Russian Bill you came to town Fm Cm To be a bad outlaw, Fm Cm But folks say you’re the nicest bad guy Gm A# Cm Tombstone ever saw. Fm Cm Bill you tried to steal a horse Fm Cm And wound up in a wreck. Fm Cm Oh, can you do your Cossack dance Gm Cm A# Cm While hanging by your neck? Cm Gm Russian Bill sure looked the part, A# Cm His cowboy clothes were right; Gm But he could speak four languages, A# Cm And he was too durned polite. Fm Cm His hand at poker wasn’t bad, Fm Cm His faro play was keen, Gm And though Bill tried the best he could A# Cm He never could be mean. Fm Cm The ladies loved his dashing ways, Fm Cm He told of manly feats; Cm He quoted Greek and Latin Gm Cm Cm And sometimes a verse from Keats. Fm Cm Though Curly Bill did not believe Fm Cm The song the Russian sang, Gm He sorta liked this Russian Bill A# Cm And let him join his gang. Fm Cm Russian Bill you came to town Fm Cm To be a bad outlaw, Fm Cm But folks say you’re the nicest bad guy Gm A# Cm Tombstone ever saw. Fm Cm Bill you tried to steal a horse Fm Cm And wound up in a wreck. Fm Cm Oh, can you do your Cossack dance Gm Cm A# Cm While hanging by your neck? Cm Gm Though now Bill was in Curly’s gang A# Cm His heart was ‘bout to break. Gm A Russian nobleman, he was, A# Cm His history was all fake. Fm Cm The truth was that he never robbed Fm Cm Or gunned down anyone. Gm How could be ever claim to be A# Cm An outlaw on the run? Fm Cm So, Bill went out and stole the horse Fm Cm A true outlaw he’d be. Cm But he was not an expert Gm Cm Cm And they caught him easily. Fm Cm Bill never lived the outlaw life Fm Cm ‘Cause he was just too good. Gm But hangin’ by his neck he died A# Cm The way an outlaw should. Fm Cm Russian Bill you came to town Fm Cm To be a bad outlaw, Fm Cm But folks say you’re the nicest bad guy Gm A# Cm Tombstone ever saw. Fm Cm Poor Bill tried to steal a horse Fm Cm And wound up caught by heck, Fm Cm And did his dangling cossack dance Gm Cm While hanging by his neck! Fm Li, li, li, li, li, li, Cm Li, li, li, li, Gm Cm Ovy, dovy, dovy, dovy die, HEY!