Ten Long Years In The Saddle Tabulatur von Mikelangelo and The Black Sea Gentlemen

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ten long years in the saddle, my feet never touching the ground
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Ten long years in the saddle,now im riding in to town

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i rode in to the saloon to see who i could see

blank faces looked back mans startet loughing at me

your not standing ohho your just sitting oho

your not standing oho you just waiting for death to come


i rode on over to the bar, my throte tasted like dirt

i asked the barman for a bottle of beer to quench my endless thirst

the barman said: im not serving you, sitting on that filthi horse

if you want to by a beer in my fine estalbishment you have to leave the stinking horse at the door.

your not standing,

you now thats true

your just sitting

i cant deny that

your not standing

may i have my beer now please

your just waiting for death to come



the man from by the piano, walked over to me,

he looked me in the eye real hard and said, i see you at the street at three

well highnoon came highnoon went soon the sun was getting low,

i finished half my botlle of beer i knew it was time to go

i walked out of that bar into the dusty street

he walked out of that saloon for his open theath to meet

the man from by the piano, he was standing at the end of the street,

his hands wer on his sixguns his eyes looked cold and mean

well my triggerfinger was ichy my throught was coverd in swet

to shots rang out

and i am standing, im not sitting, 

is been ten long years in the saddle

and im still waiting for death to come.



Yes im standing, 
yes his standin g

im not sitting
hes not sitting

its been ten long years in the saddle waiting for death to come

waiting for death to come

im still waiting for death 

ohho