{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2889680,"song":"Zebra Dun","artist":"Don Edwards","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11650631-zebra-dun-chords-by-don-edwards/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2889680?type=chord","rating":4.44583,"votes":4,"content":"[Intro]\r\n[ch]D[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                   [ch]A7[/ch]               [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWe were camped on the plains at the head of the Cimmaron[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                              [ch]Bm[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWhen along came a stranger and stopped to arger some.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                      [ch]F#m[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nHe looked so very very foolish that we began to look around,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                      [ch]A7[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWe thought he was a greenhorn that had just escaped from town.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                               [ch]A7[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWe asked him if he had he been to breakfast; he hadn't had a sniff;[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                              [ch]Bm[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSo we opened up the chuck-box and told him help himself.[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]F#m[/ch]                [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nHe took a little beefsteak and some biscuits and some beans,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                     [ch]A7[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd then began to talk and tell about foreign kings and queens,[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                   [ch]A7[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nHe talked about the Spanish War and fighting on on the seas[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                   [ch]Bm[/ch]             [ch]A[/ch]\r\nWith guns as big as beef steers and ramrods big as trees,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]             [ch]F#m[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd about old Paul Jones, a fighting son of a gun,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                          [ch]A7[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd he said he was the grittiest cuss that ever pulled a gun.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                            [ch]A7[/ch]                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSuch an educated feller, his thoughts just come in herds,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                        [ch]Bm[/ch]           [ch]A[/ch]\r\nHe astonished all them cowboys with them jaw-breaking words.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                     [ch]F#m[/ch]             [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nHe just kept right on talking till he made the boys all sick[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]A7[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd they began to look around just how to play a trick.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                               [ch]A7[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]\r\nHe said he had lost his job out upon the Santa Fe[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]Bm[/ch]          [ch]A[/ch]\r\nAnd was going across the plains to strike the 7-D.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                     [ch]F#m[/ch]                [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBut he didn't say how come it, just some trouble with his boss,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                              [ch]A7[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nBut said he'd like to borrow a nice fat saddle hoss.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                      [ch]A7[/ch]                    [ch]D[/ch]\r\nThis tickled all the boys to death; we laughed down in their sleeves[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]Bm[/ch]                [ch]A[/ch]\r\nSaid that he could have a horse as fresh as he would please.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                   [ch]F#m[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]               [ch]D[/ch]\r\nSo shorty grabbed a lasso and he roped the Zebra Dun[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                 [ch]A7[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd led him to the stranger as we waited for the fun.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]A7[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]\r\nNow Old Dunny was an outlaw he had grown so awful wild[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                            [ch]Bm[/ch]         [ch]A[/ch]\r\nHe could paw the white out of the moon every jump for a mile.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                         [ch]F#m[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd he always stood right still, just like he didn't know[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]A7[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]\r\nUntil he was saddled and ready for to go.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                        [ch]A7[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]\r\nNow the stranger hit the saddle, and old Dunny quit the earth,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]Bm[/ch]              [ch]A[/ch]\r\nHe went straight up in the air for all that he was worth.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]              [ch]F#m[/ch]           [ch]G[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nA-bawlin and a-squalin, and having a wall-eyed fit,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                         [ch]A7[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWith his hind feet perpendicular, and his front ones in the bit.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                   [ch]A7[/ch]               [ch]D[/ch]\r\nNow we could see the tops of trees beneath him every jump,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                         [ch]Bm[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]\r\nBut the stranger he was growed there just like the camel's hump;[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                   [ch]F#m[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAnd he sat up there upon him and curled his black moustache,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                            [ch]A7[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nJust like a summer boarder a-waiting for his hash.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                       [ch]A7[/ch]                  [ch]D[/ch]\r\nNow he thumped him in the shoulders and spurred him when he whirled,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                     [ch]Bm[/ch]               [ch]A[/ch]\r\nHe showed us flunky punchers he's the wolf of this old world.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                  [ch]F#m[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nand when he had dismounted once again upon the ground,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                     [ch]A7[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWhy we knew he was a thoroughbred and not a gent from town.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 6]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                  [ch]A7[/ch]               [ch]D[/ch]\r\nNow the boss he was standing and a watching all the show,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                               [ch]Bm[/ch]              [ch]A[/ch]\r\nHe walks right up to him and he asks him not to go[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                   [ch]F#m[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]\r\n\"If you can use the lasso like you rode the Zebra Dun,[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]D[/ch]                                   [ch]A7[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]\r\nThen you're the man I've looked for ever since the year of one.\"[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                [ch]A7[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]\r\nWell he could use a lasso and he didn't do it slow;[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                                [ch]Bm[/ch]            [ch]A[/ch]\r\nThe cattle they stampeded he was always on the go.[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                 [ch]F#m[/ch]               [ch]G[/ch]                   [ch]D[/ch]\r\nA one thing and a sure thing that I learned since I was born,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]A7[/ch]                 [ch]D[/ch]\r\nEvery educated feller he ain't a plumb greenhorn![/tab]","plain_text":"[Intro]\nD\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 4]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 5]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 6]","chords":["D","A7","Bm","A","F#m","G"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"A7":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,0,2,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,0,2,0]},"Bm":{"barres":[2],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,1,3,4,2,1],"frets":[-1,2,4,4,3,2]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}