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GEORGETOWN
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* The audio example is a little different form the way it is
written. Think of the audio example as just one way to play it. Keep playing-- Coffee
C Am
Sitting on a white stone bridge
F G C
'bout a mile from Georgetown, Colorado.
C Am F
Looking at a mountain meadow that's
G C
changing, golden brown to shadow.
F C
Hundred yards behind my back is a bar
G Am
and I'd like to go and drown my sorrow
F C
Carry my mind to an easy time,
G Am - F - G
the far side of tomorrow.
CHORUS
GFC F G C
And the river, she flows on around the bend.
Am F G
On down to Denver, where she meets a friend,
F G C
Then they sail together till they reach the sea.
Am F G C
I wish I was the river, Lord, and the river was me.
Now I heard there's a man aways up the road
Knows just how to sing and play the guitar.
Sitting on the edge of fame and fortune,
Could have made himself a very big star.
Ridding 'round cities in a big cadillac
Showing all the ladies a smile.
But he took all the money and gave it right back
And kept his happy heart awhile.
CHORUS
BLACK MOUNTAIN By Mark Rom
(CHORUS CHORDS) D=D MAJOR
G C D2 C D2=C played up 2 frets
I love Black Mountain
G C
Cabin so right,
C D
Roof that's tight
G C D2
Make you my home, Black Mountain.
G C D
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my life.
(VERSE CHORDS)
G C D2 C
Sun's comin' up at Black Mountain
G D
Me and my coffee, we're walking the trails.
G D
Got the sourdough in the oven,
C D
Burro feed in the burro pail.
(CHORUS)
I love Black Mountain
Saws that sing axes that bite.
Got you in my sights, Black Mountain.
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my life.
(VERSE)
Ize hammerin', early sawin'
Snake's tellin' stories about his bear.
Tom's shooting rifles, Zach's a-jawing
Saying, "It'll shine, don't have a care."
(CHORUS)
I love Black Mountain
Strong stone arms, and soft spruce arms.
I fell for your charm, Black Mountain.
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my life.
(VERSE)
Singing the sun down at Black Mountain.
Dipping wax candles, pouring hot lead.
Tossing our axes, cleaning our rifles
Lay my head down, it's time for bed.
(CHORUS)
I love Black Mountain
Wrap your arms around me and hold me tight.
Wake you my home Black Mountain
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my life.
Put you in my pocket for the rest of my life.
Mark Rom wrote BLACK MOUNTAIN while on staff there in 1979.
SANTA FE TRAPPER Music - Sam Shupe Words - Tony "Snake" Gerard
G D C G
In the summer of eighteen and three
G Em C D
We left Kentucky, my brother and me
G Em C G
For the wanderlust had us, and wouldn't set us free
Em C G
And we set our path for the West
Over the Missouri we come upon a land
Got a job driving mules for a man named LaLand
The pay wasn't so good, but it was better than none
And we got fed for free.
Headed across the plains to Santa Fe
A man called Gervaes, who knew, he led the way
The Pawnees was bothersomem and they killed three muled
And it was hotter than hell.
For three years we trapped north of Santa Fe
My brother, me and our partners Juan and Jay
The fur we took was prime, but it wasn't legal then
So Juan snuck our plews to Taos
Down along the Pecos was where Juan met his end
With an arrow throught the chest, but he died among friends
We buried him deep, so the wolves couldn't gnaw his bones
And left no marker on his grave.
A Comanche warrior's daughter I bought as my wife
For two kegs of powder and fusee and my knife
She make things go easier and soon she took on the life
And bore me a son that same year.
Smuggling our plews back into Santa Fe
In eighteen and fourteen, that's how they caught ole' Jay
Me and my brother we both got clean away
But they sent Jay to prison way down south.
These long twenty years I ain't gained a whole lot
My brother died from a grizzly bear's swat
My woman she died in the spring of thenty three
And Kentucky haunts my memory.
G Em C D
Chorus 1 And the Ohio River flows slow and easy in the summertime
G Em
And a breeze comin' across it
C D
Sure does make a man feel fine
C Em C
And why I left that cool green valley, I'll never know
Em C
Just to die out here in the desert
D
In New Mexico.
Chorus 2 And the Cimarron River flows clear and cold in the summertime
And those mountains are full of beaver
And you know so oh they're gonna be prime
And why I sometimes think about leaving, I'll never know
The life of a trapper out here
In New Mexico.
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MOUNTAIN LADY Paul C. Tweed
D1 D2
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D D1 D2
I met her in the mountains of New Mexico
D D1 D2
Her hair was as gold as the summer sun
D D1 D2
She makes me feel as high as the tallest mountain
D D1 D2
And I hate to leave her when the summers done.
D,D1,D2
D,D1,D2
D D1 D2
I was workin as a cowboy in those mountains
I had everything I could want
A good ole horse to ride and a cabin to sleep in
Alone with my lady under the stars above.
CHORUS
G A D,D1,D2
She's so fine, she's my mountain lady
G A D,D1,D2
The most beautiful woman in the world.
G A D D1 D2
I must be the richest man under the skies of blue
G A G
Just to have her love and to hear her say "baby I love you".
D D1 D2
Her blue eyes they shine in the moonlight
Her smile makes me feel so fine
I'm tellin' you boys, there ain't nothin' in this ole world
That can make me feel like my New Mexican girl.
CHORUS
D D1 D2
Well I'm leavin' when the autumn leaves start fallin'
Back to the north, and the cold and snow.
I have to leave her and these mountains,
But a part of me is stayin' just to let her know.
CHORUS
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THE TRAPPER'S LIFE Words and music by Greg Walker.
Need more help deciphering the music? Click here.
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I've lived a trapper's life, Tooka Cheyenne Woman
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for my wife. I've Trapped for beaver plew, Learned to speak the language
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Of the Siouxs. Shine on you shinnin' mountains (mountain)
(Chorus)
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I'll return to you. Shine on you shinin'
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Mountians (mountain). Your the only life I ever
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Knew.
Trapper Doc I be, of the Rocky Mountain Fur Company
Meet my partners James, Alan, and Tom are their Christian names.
(Chorus)
I trap by day. I rest by night.
I keep my Hawken within my sight.
I walk along your mountain streams
It's in your arms that I live my dreams.
(Chorus)
We trapped Rayado Creek
Shinin' times for about a week
Crossed trails with some Arapaho
They stole our plews and then forced us to go.
(Chorus)
We headed for the rendezvous,
Four free trappers without a plew
We cached at Taos town
Found ole Gabe and we all "thew down."
(Chorus)
The years have come, the years have gone
Yet these shinin' mountains still sing my song.
You'll feel it in your bones tonight,
As you sleep along 'neath the soft starlight.
(Chorus)
THE SOUND OF MUSIC Oscar Hammerstein, II
The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs that have sung for a thousand years.
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music,
My heart wants to sing every song it hears.
My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise,
From the lake to the trees.
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze,
to laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way.
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
I come to the hills when my heart is lonely,
I know I will hear what I've heard before.
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music.
And I'll sing once more.
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ME AND THIS OLD GUITAR Ricky W. Maxey
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I pick up my old guitar and I sit right down.
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I think about the friends I've had, and folks I've never known,
D C G fingerpick B
Places where I've been, and those where I'd like to go.
But I'm sitting here all alone, with no one else around, A
Just me and this old guitar and the lonesome sound.
And I fall into a dream of a place far, far away, B
High upon a mountain top, slowly looking down.
But I'm sitting here all alone, with no one else around, A
Just me and this old guitar and my dreams.
(Instrumental rhythm) D,C,G, - D,C (strum)
Just me, and this old guitar.
MORENO VALLEY Tom Munch (Written Christams of 1976)
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
Life in the mountains is living in paradise,
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
Their sunshine and pine trees are heaven on earth.
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
The magic that drifts on the wings of Mariah
A Bm/E C#m/A Dm
Fills up my soul and abounds it in mirth
CHORUS
Am C Am G
On Mariah, voice of the mountains,
Am C
Take me on your whispered breath
Dm7 Am
To Moreno Valley.
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
The Sangre de Cristos explode in their grandeur,
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
They're rugged and towering, but yet graceful too.
A Bm/E C#m/A Bm7
I love Cimarron Canyon, I love Eagle Nest,
A Bm/E C#m/A Dm
I climb to the rocks and look out o'er the view.
CHORUS
3rd Verse instrumental and hum
REPEAT CHORUS
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THE GAMBLER
* in the Philmont Songbook there are no chords written for this
one, however in my copy there are a few G, C, and D chords penned in here and there.
With those chords in mind you should be able to figure it out. At least it's a start.
If any one knows how the chords are supposed to go send them to me via the feedback link.
Other than that here's the lyrics:
On a warm summer's eve, on a train bound for Dover
Met up with a gambler we were both too tried to sleep.
So we took turns a'starin, out the window at the darkness
And when boredom overtook us, he began to sing:
He said, "Son I've made a life, out of readin' peoples' faces
Knowing what the cards say by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind me sayin', I can see your out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette, and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quite, and his face lost all expression
"If you're going to play the game, boy, you got to play it right.
CHORUS
You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away, know when to run. You never count
your money, when you're sittin' at the table, there'll be
time enough for countin', when the dealin's done.
Every gambler knows, there's a secret to survivin',
Knowin' what to throw away, knowin' what to keep.
Cause every hand's a winner, and every hand's a loser.
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
And when he finished speaking, he turned to the window,
Crushed out his cigarette, and faded off to sleep.
And shomewhere in the daudness, the gambler he broke even
And in his final words I found an ace I could keep.
CHORUS
CHORUS
CHORUS
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NEW MEXICAN COWBOY By Curt Rom
D G D G
Sun comes up over the prairie, its shining off the prairie ponds.
D Bm E A
I'm sitting here on my pony watchin' the day start to move along.
G A D Bm
The wind blows though the pine trees and across the mountain tops.
G A G A D
Yeah, I know this is the life for me and the good days never stop.
CHORUS
D G D A D
Just a New Mexican cowboy, doing what I've always dreamed.
D G D D Bm G-A
Just a New Mexican cowboy, doin' life naturally it seems to me.
A D
Keep riding high.
In a high mountain grassland, I'm watching the cattle graze,
Ridding across burn meadow, working for my day's wage.
The sweat rolls from under my hat and across my dusty brow.
Got to get along hoss, can't lope like that, got to chase
another stray cow.
CHORUS
Kicked back at the trapper's lodge, I'm sitting on the front
porch.
Smell the ole majestic cooking what the cookie don't scorch.
I know that fence needs fixin' and some of the chores ain't
done.
But today is not right for doing them, there will be another
one.
CHORUS
Tomorrow I'm headed for Cimarron, to the local meeting place,
Gonna play some pool and see some friends and probably eat a
steak.
There will be piano singing, a two-step dance, and a barroom
fight.
Its a hard lot of work in a cowboy's life but you know its really
alright.
CHORUS
Sitting around a campfire watching the flames leap from log to log,
Thinking the whole day through some cowboys songs.
And I wish for you all around the best of peace and joy,
Got to keep riding high all your life like the New Mexican boy.
CHORUS
Curt R. Rom wrote this song (NEW MEXICAN COWBOY) while a member of
the 1978 Beaubien Staff.
THE DYING COWBOY
(Rather slowly.)
G
O bur-y me not on the lone prair-
D
ie, These words came low and mournful-
G G
ly, From the pal - lid lips of a youth who
lay on his dy - ing
D G
bed at the close of day.
