The cowboys' christmas ball chords and lyrics - THE KILLERS

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Way [C]out in Old Nevada,
[F]where the Truckee's waters [C]flow,
Where the cattle are "a- browzin'," an' the
[F]Spanish [G]ponies grow;
Where the [C]Northers "come a- whistlin'"
from bey[F]ond [C]the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin',
as [F]if they [G]had "The [C]Grip".
Where the [G]cayotes come a- [Am]howlin'
'round the [F]ranches after [C]dark,
And the [G]bluebirds are [Am]a- singin' to the
[F]lovely "mead[G]ow lark";
Where the bighorns are a- [Am]grazin'
and the [F]lonely plovers [C]call
It was [G]there that I [Am]at tended "T[F]he C[G]ow
boys' Christmas [C]Ball."
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[Verse 2]
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The boys had left the ranches and
[F]come to town [C]in piles;
The ladies—"[F]kinda scatterin'"—had gathered
in for [G]miles.
The [C]room was togged out gorgeous-
with [F]mistletoe and [C]shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes,
[F]around the [G]airy [C]walls.
The [G]women folk looked [Am]lovely- the
[F]boys looked kinda [C]treed,
Till the [G]leader got [Am]to yellin': "Hey! fe[F]llers,
let's stam[G]pede,"
And the music started [Am]sighin',
[F]an' awailin' through the [C]hall
As a [G]kind of intro[Am]duction [F]to "The [G]Cow
boys' Christmas [C]Ball."
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[Verse 3]
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Their leader was a feller that [F]came
from [C]Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from
[F]"little Deadman's [G]Branch."
His [C]rig was "kinda careless,"
[F]big spurs and high- heeled [C]boots.
He had the reputation [F]that come
when "a [G]fellers [C]shoots."
His [Am]voice was like a bugle [Em]upon
a mountainous height;
His [Am]feet were animated an' a [F]mighty,
movin' [G]sight,
When [C]he commenced to hollerin',
[F]"Now, fellers stake [C]your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers,
[F]an' [G]russle 'em like [C]men.
[G]"Saloot yer lov[Am]ely cri[F]tters; now swing an' let 'em go,[C]
[G]"Climb the grape vine [Am]'round
[F]'em—all hands do- ce- do![G]
"You Mavericks,
join the [Am]round- up- Just skip [F]her water[C]fall,"
Huh! [G]It was gettin' [Am]happy,
[F]The [G]Cowboys' Christmas [C]Ball
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[Verse 4]
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Don't tell me 'bout cotillions,
or [F]germans. [C]No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just
[F]takes the cake with [G]me.
[C]I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of
[F]them I've had [C]my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break- down,
backed [F]up by [C]Wild Ol' [G]Bill.
McAllister ain't [Am]nowhere, when

[Verse 5]
[F]
Windy leads the [C]show,
[G]I've seen 'em both in [Am]harness,
[F]and so I [G]sorta know—
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't for[Am]get ya,
and [F]I'll oftentimes re[C]call,
That [G]lively [Am]gaited[F]
[G]sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas [C]Ball."

[Verse 6]
Oh, [C]Bill, I sha'n't [Am]forget ya,
and [F]I'll oftentimes [C]recall,
That lively [Am]gaited[F]
[C]sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."