Intro

    A          B          D                 B
 He sleeps out there, out where the coyotes wail,
     D         A            E            B
 The reason he ain't at the bar with the boys,
 B     E     B D  A   C#
 Makes quite a dismal tale ...


 Chorus 1

    A            C         D          E        A
 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,
    A           C            D         E     B
 He oughtn't-a, shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, no siree.
     C              D
 You don't get many callers,
          E               B
 Sleeping on the lone prairie.
        A            C         D          E        A
 But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.


 Verse 1

 A
 Way out West we're wild and wooly,
 A
 In order to explain it fully:
       C    D       C   D
 We're tall grown,  all grown,
 A
 All the men are hairy-chested,
 A
 And all the women, double-breasted.
 A
 We're lady-like until molested,
     B          D      E
 And then we're on our own!


 Chorus 2

    A            C         D          E        A
 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,
    A          C           D        E       B
 He oughtn't-a shouldn't-a hadn't-a felt so free.
     C               D
 His wife gets the insurance,
         E            B
 And I'm sorry as can be,
        A            C         D          E        A
 But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.


 Verse 2

 A
 This here job is mighty tryin',
 A
 Sometimes the room is fairly flyin' with
  C    D       C   D
  High-balls,  eye-balls.
 A
 One got killed, somebody got 'im,
 A
 Tore up the joint from top to bottom.
 A
 I think I was that one that shot him,
    B       D   E
 As near as I recall.


 Chorus 3

    A            C         D          E        A
 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,
    B         A             B          E     B
 He massacred eight or nine men at the Lazy "B".
    A                C                D         A
 He then took on the sheriff, and the sheriff's deputy,
        A            C         D          E        B
 But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.


 Verse 3

 A
 All you boys remember Harry,
 A
 The wrangler I was set to marry,
   C    D     C      D
 A long man,  strong man.
 A
 One night he yells, "I'm from Texas!"
 A
 And socks me in my solar plexus.
 A
 Well having normal, good reflexes,
   B           D      E
 I knocked him on his can!


 Chorus 4

    B            D         E          F#         B
 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a blacked my eye,
     E        B        D         F       C
 I'm really a lovable, peaceable kind of guy.
   C                D             E               B
 I wouldn't scare a rabbit, and I couldn't harm a flea,
        B            D         E          F#        B
 But he shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me.


 Music 1

 Verse 4

 A
 If this story has a moral,
 A
 It's: When you're looking for a quarrel or
  C    D       C    D
  Show Down.  "Slow down."
 A
 If by now, you haven't mastered,
 A
 The gentle art of getting plastered,
 A
 You're just a Low-Down, you ain't mastered,
     B     D      E
 The motto of our town!


 Chorus 5  ending

     B            D         E          F#       B
 You shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a start no fight,
     D                          F        C
 Our burying ground is a most impressive sight.
     C               D                E             B
 The message on them tombstones is as simple as can be,
    D            E         B          E     C# F#
 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me,
    E            F#        C#         F#    D  A
 He shouldn't-a, hadn't-a, oughtn't-a swang on me!


Notes!  All chords are barre chords.
Barre chords- Intro thru Verse 3 between frets 3-7 except: Chorus 1 3rd C, Chorus 2 3rd 
C, Chorus 3 2nd C at 8th fret.
Chorus 4 between frets 5-9. Verse 4, frets 3-7. Chorus 5 between frets 5-9 except 5th D 
at 10th fret, and 1st A at 12 th fret.
Strumming- Alot of quick, rapid, snapping strumming.