Steagall Red - The Ballad Of Dawson Legate guitar tab

Title: The Ballad Of Dawson LeGate

Writer/Performer: Red Steagall

Album: For All Our Cowboy Friends

Transcribed by: Kevin Bradbeary kbradbeary@aol.com

(Intro)

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(Verse 1)

[D]He hung his old saddle up [G]high in the barn

He's [D]made her a promise his [G]cowboyin is [A7]done

Said I've [D]won them big buckles done [G]all I can [A7]do

Now I'm [G]ready to [A7]spend my last years here with [A7]you

Said we'll [G]break out the [A7]flat lands aint [G]been

plowed for [D]years I'll [G]plant wheat and [A7]white oats

they'll [G]do well up [A7]here. And I'll [G]buy us some

[A7]baldies to [G]run in the [D]hills and I'll [G]break

out some [A7]bad ones to [G]help [A7]pay the [D]bills.

(Verse 2)

[D]He made it alright till the [G]harvest was [A7]done

His [D]feet started itchin he [G]wanted to [A7]run

He [D]quietly entered the [G]Calgary Stam[A7]pede

And the [G]first that he [A7]took just put wings on his [D]feet

And she [G]cried when he [A7]showed her the

[G]money he'd [D]won

She [G]knew at the [A7]first light of [G]day he'd be [A7] gone

But he [G]promised he'd [A7]quit when the [G]season was [D]thru

He'd be [G]home to plant [A7]wheat fore [G]win[A7]ter

winds [D]blew.

(Chorus)

[D]Cause the [G]winters get long up [D]Alberta way

Cloud's get so dark seems there's no light of [A7]day

And the [D]long nights get lonely and [G]cold while she [A7]waits

As she [G]dreams of her [A7]cowboy named Dawson Le[D]Gate.

Vs. 3

Well summer went fast he wqas ridin em all.

He placed high at Cheyenne a first at Sioux Falls.

He was sendin home money his intentions were good

But then life for a cowboy don't go like it should.

Vs.4

He drawed him a bad one at Frisco that fall

A hard one to ride was a chute fightin hoss

The first jump he stumbled fell and he rolled

His neck snapped like straw Dawson's body grew cold.

Vs. 5

Now the bad weeds have taken the flat lands again.

There's a few strands of wire where fences had been.

And the baldies are bawlin in the hills where they graze

While she's rockin the first son of Dawson LeGate

(Repeat Chorus)