From: U270009@UNIVSCVM.CSD.SCAROLINA.EDU Jack Straw -- Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia)

^EWe can share the ^F#mwomen, we can share the ^C#mwine ^A ^EWe can share what ^Bmwe've got of yours '^Dcause we ^Adone shared all of ^Emine^G#m. ^D ^A

^EKeep on rollin', ^F#mjust a mile to ^C#mgo, ^A ^EKeep on rollin', ^Bmmy old ^Dbuddy, you're ^Amovin' much too ^Eslow^B. ^A ^E ^E7

^Esus7I just jumped the ^E7watchman, ^Esus7right outside the ^E7fence, ^Esus7Took his rings, four ^E7bucks in change, ^Esus7ain't that heaven ^E7sent'

^F#sus7Hurts my ears to ^F#7listen, Shannon, ^F#sus7burns my eyes to ^F#7see, ^F#sus7Cut down a man in ^F#7cold blood, Shannon, ^F#sus7might as well been ^Dme.^Bm ^A ^E

^DWe used to ^Bmplay for ^Asilver, now we play for ^Elife; ^DAnd one's for ^Bmsport and one's for ^Ablood at the point of a ^Eknife.

^DAnd now the ^Bmdie is ^Ashaken, now the die must ^Efall; ^DThere ain't no ^Bmwinner in ^Athe game, ^Ehe don't go home with ^Aall,

Not with ^Dall^G. ^D ^G ^E ^Esus4 ^E ^Esus4 ^E

Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July, Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky. Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe, The Great Northern out of Cheyenne from sea to shining sea. Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride, Got to settle one old score, one small point of pride. Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon, to keep him from the sun; Ain't no bed can give us rest, now, you keep us on the run. Jack Straw from Witchita cut his buddy down, And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down. Half a mile from Tuscon, by the morning light, One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow. We can share the women, we can share the wine.

Grateful Dead - Jack straw