Black Bart

A Bb A Bb A Bb A Bb A G A D C A G A D C A G A D C A man appeared before Wells Fargo A G A D C Wells Fargo's stage driver man E Wearing a long white linen E A G And a dust flour sack over his head A G A D C Pointed a double barreled shotgun A G A D C At the driver and forced him to halt E Please throw down your box sir E A And madame please O don't need your money or pearls G A They call him Black Bart P08 G A The highway bandit poetry man F D Leaving his poem disappeared E Like a ghost on his own all on his own The road he owns A G A D C A G A D C A G A D C Rise Black Bart rise I'm calling A G A D C Calling your spirit out E Dust off your hat and hatchet A G There are boxes out there with your name and mark G A The road has been cold and lonely G A The road has been out of good tales F Let's shake up some dust D E We'll be opening the box like before just like before And leave a poem A Bb A Bb A Bb A G A Bb A D C F Bb F For honor and for riches Bb F I've labored long and hard for the bread Bb F But on my corns too long you tread Bb F You fine haired sons of bitches A Bb A G A Bb A D C F A G A D C A G A D C A G A D C A man appeared before Wells Fargo A G A D C Wells Fargo's stage driver man E Wearing a long white linen E A G And a dust flour sack over his head G A They call him Black Bart P08 G A The highway bandit poetry man F D Leaving his poem disappeared E Like a ghost on his own all on his own The road he owns A Bb A Bb A Bb A Bb A Bb A Bb A Bb A Bb Bb F For honor and for riches Bb F I've labored long and hard for the bread Bb F But on my corns too long you tread Bb F You fine haired sons of bitches A Bb A G A Bb A G A Bb A G A Bb A D C F