Date: 8/7/97; 10:02:54 PM
From: KBRADBEARY@aol.com
Subject: Song Submission

Title:     The Ballad Of Dawson LeGate
Writer/Performer: Red Steagall
Album:     For All Our Cowboy Friends
Transcribed by: Kevin Bradbeary kbradbeary@aol.com



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(Verse 1)
[D]He hung his old saddle up [G]high in the barn
He's [D]made her a promise his [G]cowboyin is [A7]done
Said I've [D]won them big buckles done [G]all I can [A7]do
Now I'm [G]ready to [A7]spend my last years here with [A7]you
Said we'll [G]break out the [A7]flat lands aint [G]been
plowed for [D]years I'll [G]plant wheat and [A7]white oats
they'll [G]do well up [A7]here. And I'll [G]buy us some 
[A7]baldies to [G]run in the [D]hills and I'll [G]break
out some [A7]bad ones to [G]help [A7]pay the [D]bills.


(Verse 2)
[D]He made it alright till the [G]harvest was [A7]done
His [D]feet started itchin he [G]wanted to [A7]run
He [D]quietly entered the [G]Calgary Stam[A7]pede
And the [G]first that he [A7]took just put wings on his [D]feet
And she [G]cried when he [A7]showed her the 
[G]money he'd [D]won
She [G]knew at the [A7]first light of [G]day he'd be [A7] gone
But he [G]promised he'd [A7]quit when the [G]season was [D]thru
He'd be [G]home to plant [A7]wheat  fore [G]win[A7]ter
winds [D]blew.


(Chorus)
[D]Cause the [G]winters get long up [D]Alberta way
Cloud's get so dark seems there's no light of [A7]day
And the [D]long nights get lonely and [G]cold while she [A7]waits
As she [G]dreams of her [A7]cowboy named Dawson Le[D]Gate.


Vs. 3
Well summer went fast he wqas ridin  em all.
He placed high at Cheyenne a first at Sioux Falls.
He was sendin home money his intentions were good
But then life for a cowboy don't go like it should.


Vs.4
He drawed him a bad one at Frisco that fall
A hard one to ride was a chute fightin hoss
The first jump he stumbled fell and he rolled
His neck snapped like straw Dawson's body grew cold.


Vs. 5
Now the bad weeds have taken the flat lands again.
There's a few strands of wire where fences had been.
And the baldies are bawlin in the hills where they graze
While she's rockin the first son of Dawson LeGate


(Repeat Chorus)