Em Me and my uncle went a-ridin' down, G B7 From Colorado, West Texas bound. Em We stopped over in Santa Fe, G B7 The part of being about half-way. Em B7 Em Besides it was the hottest part of the day.
We led our ponies into a stall.
Went to a bar, boys, bought drinks for all.
Two days in the saddle, my body hurt.
Being summer, took off my shirt,
And tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.
West Texas cowboys, all over town,
With gold and silver, they're loaded down.
Just in for round up, you know, it seemed a shame.
And so my uncle starts a friendly game.
It's high-low-jack, the winner takes the game.
From the beginning, my uncle started to win.
Them Texas cowboys they was mad as sin.
Some said, "He's cheatin'!" Ah, but that can't be,
Because my uncle - he's as honest as me.
I'm about as honest as a Denver man can be.
One of them cowboys, you know, he started to draw.
I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw.
I had to shoot another - he won't grow old.
In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold.
We hightailed it down to Mexico, Mexico.
Way down to Mexico.
God bless cowboys, God bless gold.
God bless my uncle, God rest his soul.
He taught me well, boys, taught me all I know.
Taught me so well that I grabbed the gold -
Left him lying there by the side of the road.
(Words and music by John Phillips, 1963)
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