Dyin Crapshooters Blues chords by David Bromberg

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Key: Em

Intro:

Em  Gdim C#dim F#m B
Em


Verse 1:
Em                                    B
Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day
        Em
He used crooked cards and dice
                             B
Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soul
    Em
His heart was hard and cold like ice
  F#
Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down
              B     Em
Boys I got to die today
                     F#
There was a bunch of gamblers down and all around his bedside
                    B      Em
Here's the words he had to say
                   B
I guess I ought to know
F#    B       Em
How I want to go
Em
(How you wanna go, Jesse)

Verse 2:
Em
I want a gang of crapshooters to be my pallbearers
    B                           Em
And let 'em be all be veiled in black
Em
I want nine men going to the graveyard
         B                Em
And only eight men comin' back
         F#7
I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
                                  Em
With a crooked card printed on my hearse
           F#7
Don't tell me that anybodys never grieve after me
   B
My life's been a doggone curse


Verse 3:
     Em
Send poker players to the graveyard
          B                     Em
To dig my grave with the ace of spades
Em
I want twelve policemen in my funeral march
              B                                      Em
With the high sheriff playin' blackjack, leadin' the parade
           F#7
I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times
                         Em
Put a pair of dice in my shoes
      G
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
          B7                  Em    B G F# Em
I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues


Verse 4:
Em
I wnat sixteen real good crapshooters
                                     B
And sixteen bootleggers to sing me a song
       Em
I want sixteen buckdrivers gamblin'
       B                                Em
Couple tend bar while I'm here rolling along
           F#7
He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
                   B7          Em
And 26 women off-a whole South Bell
             F#7
He asked for 29 women outta North Atlanta
                                 B7          Em
Knowin' little Jesse didn't pass out so swell


Verse 5:
Em
His head was achin', heart was jumpin'
Em
Little Jesse went down to hell bouncin' and jumpin'
           F#7
And folks, don't be standin' around ole Jesse cryin'
                   B
He wants everybody to do the Charleston whilst he dyin'


Instrumental Break:
Em    B7  Em     B7  Em  F#7
B7 Em   G   B7  Em


Outro:
Em
One foot up, a toenail dragging
Em
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon
G                        Em
Come here mama with that can of booze
          A         G              Em
I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues
         A         D         G    Em A D  G
With the dyin' crapshooter's blues