xTwo gallants: Las Cruces Jail Album: What The Toll Tells (2006) Tabbed by Pierre-Yves Thevenet Hi, these are just the basic chords all along this great song. Most of the time it's arpeggios, but first I haven't figured them all out, and second and i can't be arsed to write down ones i have... So if anyone feels like it.. Arpeggios, suggestions, corrections, death threats, insults and stuff, please, [email protected] Here we go: E Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail. B A Raining hail, born to fail. E Nobody come for to go my bail. B E Sun, don't you rise no more. E Well I shot one man on the county line. B A Took his dime and I blew his mind. E Now I'm just sittin' here doin' time. B E Sun, don't you rise no more. C#m G#m Well a restless wind is whistling through my windows through my head, B A through all the scrapes that I've survived. C#m G#m And in my hour of darkness I keep counsel with the dead, B A just enough to remind me I'm alive. E Well I write to the governor for to hear my plea B A but he don't even answer me. E Judge said he's gonna set my spirit free. B A Sun, don't you rise no more. E Gavel fell, he chose the day, B A cattle tie, thirteenth of May. E But I don't plan to go that way. B E Sun, don't you rise no more. A B E Goodnight my Anda-Lucia. A B E Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya. A B C#m A And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect, E B E I'll keep you in my collection of regrets. C#m G#m And that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, they all fell the same. B A Just need one more to match my age. C#m G#m Then I'll count my killin' done. but I won't deny my name: B A Quickest wrist of the chaparral and sage. E Now desperate times call for desperate men, B A I'm just a kid but I'll pretend E my time will come but until then, B E Sun, don't you rise no more. E E Well I see that gallows altar, that circle 'round the Sun. B E A B They're gonna hang me if I stay here, they're gonna shoot me if I run. E That jailer better watch his pride B A or off my wrists these shackles slide. E Hear my restless fourty-five. B E Sun, don't you rise no more. A B E B Goodnight my Anda-Lucia. A B E B Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya. A B C#m A And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect, E B E I'll keep you in my collection of regrets. [silence] C#m G#m And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride. B A I'll take my pardon on the run, C#m G#m with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side, B A two silhouettes against the Sun. E Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail. B A Raining hail, born to Fail. E Nobody come for to go my bail. B E Sun, don't you rise no more [wind blowing and arpeggios on:] C#m G#m (A quick) B A (B quick) C#m G#m (A quick) B A That's it, sorry for any innacuracies there must be.
