Cifras
Bonita And Bill Butler

Tom: E

Introdução: Em    

Em                                                                                         D                                 A  
I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling West Virginia
        C                                 D                                                 Em  
A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door
Em                                                                                            D                         A  
In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel of my Bonita
             C                                                 D                                      Em  
Just two months from her timbers til she moored
Em                                                                                                    D                      A  
I paid the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg
C                                                                            D                                 Em  
And talked my way to hand the tiller on the course
Em                                                                                                                    D                         A  
In her planks I carved a notch and sealed the vow ?Be my Bonita?
C                                                    D                                         Em  
And her dowry was my life between the shores
                Em                                         D                                 C                                            G  
I was born with rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman
                        C                                                                                                 B7  
From the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray
          Em                              D                                    C                                    G  
The calliope serenades, made the old towns come running
                     C                                                                                              B7  
And the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains
                                     C                                                 D                                      Em  
The striker?s boast would fain me loss, about the wrecks the shoals were
A  
keeping
                                C                                                 D                                    Em  
And how the old girl?s got poor Billy?s ransom saved
Em, D, A, C, D, Em (2x)
                  Em                                                      D                                         A  
On the lake at Bistineau, she set the wharf at Dixie
                  C                                            D                                 Em  
With a thousand bales of cotton on her main
                  Em                                                                    D                                    A  
As the great raft disappeared, the watermark went sinking
                                C                                                 D                                    Em  
And she was stuck right hard, a listing on the bank
                        Em                                                            D                                 A  
With the furnace still a blaze, I stood my last upon her
             C                                                    D                                            Em  
Then climbed the prow and took a landsman?s trade
        Em                                                                         D                                    A  
?A derelict now Milady? said the watch log I?ve concorded
                          C                                    D                                                 Em  
?Have the bosun sound us eight bells for the change?
             Em                                         D                                 C                                            G  
I was born with rouging ways, and she steered me like a woman
                        C                                                                                                 B7  
From the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray
          Em                              D                                    C                                    G  
The calliope serenades, made the old towns come running
                                Em                              D                                 C                                      G  
And I would take to wider walks, so the gin I stopped a drinking
        C                                                                                 B7  
At three scores aloft this crooked frame
                                     C                                                 D                                      Em  
The striker?s boast would fain me loss, about the wrecks the shoals were
A  
keeping
                                C                                                 D                                    Em  
And how the old girl?s got poor Billy?s ransom saved
Outro: Em, D, A, C, D, Em