Standard (EADGBE)
Not Long ago in a one-horse town, down south of Sante Fe
A one-eyed half-breed amputee sat thinking of the way
He settle the score with that runnin' sort who had
left him the way he is:
One-armded, half-blind and
crippled in his mind,
and he, that amputee,
could not...
forgive!
He swore to kill that stranger for this one bad thing he done.
For three long years, he practiced until he could use the gun!
Heart of stone--he lived alone, and he lived on beans and eggs.
Folks could tell what time it was
by the egg
running down
his face!
Bad blood -- will drive you crazy
Bad blood -- I've heard men say
[f#]
Bad blood -- is like an egg stain on your chin
you can lick it but it still won't go away
For four more years he roamed around until his legs was worn away.
Then he bummed around from town to town, "Has a stranger passed this way?
The man I'm looking for has two eyes, but he's a one-breed dirty dog.
When I find him,
I'm gonna shoot him!
--Don't you laugh at me!
'Cos man, unhuh...
I'm really pissed!
The stagecoach jingle-jangled into town one hot mid-afternoon.
He saw the stranger get off near the Seborrhoea Saloon, C G
And just as he was easin' in, a lumberjack rolled out.
And shot him dead,
then One-Eye said:
"Hey you,
mutton-head!
I've been lookin' for that particular son-of-a-bitch for nearly seven years, man!
You've just spoiled everything! I could have been a doctor or an architect!"
Bad blood -- will drive you crazy (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Bad blood -- I've heard men say
[f#]
Bad blood -- is like an egg stain on your chin
you can lick it but it still won't go away
TRIP SECTION INTERLUDE into honky tonk:
Carrumba.
Arriba.
(Closes with honky tonk piano and fuzz guitar)
- guitar played Anthony 'Bubs' White.