Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
I See Stars
By: Charlie Stout
Picking Pattern:
G C G D
e|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------3---3---3---3-|
G|-------------------0---0---0---0---------------------------------|
D|---0---0---0---0-------------------0---0---0---0-0---0---0---0---|
A|-----------------3---3---3---3-----------------------------------|
E|-3---3---3---3-------------------3---3---3---3-------------------|
G C
Five hundred golden pieces and a shoulder full of lead
G D
A worn out horse between my feet, a pounding in my head
G C
Gotta make it to the border, Lord this ain’t no place to die
G D
On the river’s northern shore, underneath a Texas sky
G
I see stars
C
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
G D
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
G C
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
G D
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
G C
My shoulder burns like hell fire, this horse too tired to ride
G D
I kick and curse and dig the spurs up hard against his side
G C
He’s screaming like a banshee, running fast as he can go
G D
From the posse trying to catch me to the land of Mexico
G
I see stars
C
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
G D
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
G C
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
G D
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
G C
My horse he gives up running, we fall hard upon the dirt
G D
The rangers aim their shotguns at the pocket on my shirt
G C
I reach slow for my revolver, the captain tips his hat
G D
I kiss the sacred cylinder, I draw the hammer back
G
I see stars
C
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
G D
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
G C
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
G D
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
G C
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
G
The angels, they surround me
D
Mother Mary, take me in
By: Charlie Stout
Picking Pattern:
G C G D
e|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------3---3---3---3-|
G|-------------------0---0---0---0---------------------------------|
D|---0---0---0---0-------------------0---0---0---0-0---0---0---0---|
A|-----------------3---3---3---3-----------------------------------|
E|-3---3---3---3-------------------3---3---3---3-------------------|
G C
Five hundred golden pieces and a shoulder full of lead
G D
A worn out horse between my feet, a pounding in my head
G C
Gotta make it to the border, Lord this ain’t no place to die
G D
On the river’s northern shore, underneath a Texas sky
G
I see stars
C
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
G D
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
G C
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
G D
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
G C
My shoulder burns like hell fire, this horse too tired to ride
G D
I kick and curse and dig the spurs up hard against his side
G C
He’s screaming like a banshee, running fast as he can go
G D
From the posse trying to catch me to the land of Mexico
G
I see stars
C
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
G D
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
G C
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
G D
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
G C
My horse he gives up running, we fall hard upon the dirt
G D
The rangers aim their shotguns at the pocket on my shirt
G C
I reach slow for my revolver, the captain tips his hat
G D
I kiss the sacred cylinder, I draw the hammer back
G
I see stars
C
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
G D
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
G C
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
G D
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
G C
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
G
The angels, they surround me
D
Mother Mary, take me in
