Twistin Teclado

	  



Intro: C 

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Years ago on an April day 
  G                          C 
A crowd gathered from miles around 
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Over a thousand, I heard one say 
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All around me on the square in town 


                           F 
Ladies dressed up in their best 
G                   C 
Kids ran around and played 
                           F 
They all come to see me, I guess 
G                               C 
Me and the sheriff and a man in chains 


    F                    C 
The Reverend Sam began a prayer 
       F                            C 
To the women, the men, the boys and girls 
        F                  C 
"We are graveyard sons and daughters 
                              G 
Passing through an unfriendly world" 


  C                          F 
A few last words and down he goes 
G                       C 
Teeth bared in an awful grin 
                          F 
A cheer rises up from the crowd 
     G                         C 
As I hold him, twistin' in the wind 


                            F 
Men held up their babies to see 
  G                     C 
Reporters jotted down a tale 
                         F 
Hawkers brought out lemonade 
        G                                 C 
And the ladies headed for the hanging day sale 


                                    F 
From time to time these folks would come 
    G                       C 
And all but one would walk away 
                                F 
I'd shudder as the rope snapped tight 
    G                     C 
But I got used to hanging day 



                                F 
Now they don't gather 'round no more 
G                           C 
Though I'm tall and stouter still 
                                 F 
Now they do it all behind closed doors 
     G                        C 
They say it's a better way to kill 


    F                    C 
The Reverend Sam began a prayer 
       F                            C 
To the women, the men, the boys and girls 
        F                  C 
"We are graveyard sons and daughters 
                              G 
Passing through an unfriendly world" 


  C                          F 
A few last words and down he goes 
G                       C 
Teeth bared in an awful grin 
                          F 
A cheer rises up from the crowd 
     G                         C 
As I hold him, twistin' in the wind 
                           F      G 
One more poor boy dead and gone 
                C 
Twistin' in the wind  


OUTRO: C