Ryan Bingham - Boystown guitar chord

Boystown

By Ryan Bingham

Tabbed By Larry Mofle

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7/22/2005

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G

Well the cigarette smoke hovers above a bar room glow

C

Through the dim lights stood a pretty little whore

D

She looked as broke as a oil field drifter

G D

Counting the lies to his ex-wife’s picture

Well, every effort she makes to improve her condition

Starts with a smile and a friendly proposition

The night was long, the sparkle in her eye

Drifts away with the perfume high

Then it makes it hard to tell anymore

‘Bout how she became a pretty little whore

The thoughts roll across her discolored face

Drowns in the lies, it drift from disgrace

Chorus:

Yeah, down the road into Mexico

Up the hill to Boystown they go

Corona clubs got a donkey show

And for a hand full of pesos were all gonna go

Well, the taxicab rolled up and down that hill

The cowboys pour out for midnight thrills

Started off with beer and ended with tequila

Two to three minutes with a sweet senorita

Well that rusty old table on a three legged chair

Sat a bow legged man with dusty black hair

Rancho Grande flowed across the bar

As his fingers ran threw an old gut string guitar

After five pesos and a few cigarettes

He’ll play you a song you didn’t request

He’s not confused just a little bit tired

Playing for the strangers, pocket change for an hour

Yeah, he had a bent sombrero with a hole in the side

Results of taking a knife into a gunfight

The days are long, he’s just a wore out old man

Playing tired songs in a mariachi band

There they go

When the night in time turns into day

6 A.M rolls around the way

Stagger outside drunk and tired

Craving hot dogs from a street gutter fire

Start rolling dice for taxicab fairs

Through the night they give evil eyed glares

The fight is on, ain’t no use in talking

Some unlucky loser gonna end up walkin’

And as starts toward the bridge he gets a feeling inside

With every step it gets harder to hide

He ain’t got no money, he don’t know no trouble

Get out alive a vaquero on the double

Chorus