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Here's one by/for Siphedious who wrote some lyrics that I turned into this!

If you want a commission of your own, I'll be opening again soon. Just one more in my queue ^^

lyrics:

Its Own Kinda Hell (The Ballad of the Bastard Coyote)



D   D/F# G    D

Gather ‘round cowboys, step back from the bar

G  D   A

Sit and I’ll spin you a tale thick with woe

D   D/F# G    D

Bitter and raging till nothing could stop him

G  D   A   D

A coyote named Siph and the path that he rode


CHORUS

A G    D

Some folks may never love wisely or well

Bm  A   A7    D

But a love song unsung is its own kind of hell


Born with no parents, and no need for friendship

Spent his days drinkin’ and rilin’ up fights

Soon he grew lonesome and craved something bigger

Someone to help him get through his hard life.


One day he’s sittin in a bar much like this one, 

howling around like the coyotes do, 

when he sees eyes of green, hair red as a flame, 

and a smile ‘tht could make any black heart beat true.


CHORUS


(solo fiddle plays first half of the main theme from “Son of a Gun” (first commission))


Now Siph is no stranger to pickin up cowpokes. 

but this one seems special, was he sent from above?

Siph’s gets all nervous, but for maybe no reason

another two hours and they’re making - OUT

*background snickering* Spoken: Sorry Folks, this is a family song.


Less than a month the two’s runnin’ together

ramblin for once without causin’ no harm

but see here’s the issue, Red’s already taken

by someone immune to a coyote’s charm.


CHORUS


Eventually Siph, he can’t take it no more

Can’t stand the thought of more wasted years

It’s bend or be broken and he knows the outcome

Packs up and leaves to beat anger and tears


Over his shoulder he sees Red’s dark window

Askin’ god why he can’t get what he needs

Sulkin’ on horseback Siph rides to the city

To busy his mind with some beer and dark deeds


CHORUS


Bridge:

Bm     G D

Gamblin, whorin, and drinkin’ away all his pain

Bm        G  D    A

Longing to see Red pick up a guitar and howl again

Bm G D A

Spend so many nights tossin’ and turnin’ and wonderin’ why he had left

Bm    G  A    A7

Hopin’ to see those eyes of green, hair red as flame.


Siph has a chance to get in on a heist

It’d take him close back to where he last saw Red

Robbing a train cuz he’s got naught to lose.

Track down his lover or else end up dead.


Job’s going smooth, in the dark of the night

till a flash of a badge and a gun much the same

No time fer questions, no time to think twice

G  D

Siph takes a shot (gunshot noise and pause) 

    G D A D

and sees eyes of green, and the hair red as flame


Bridge chords:

Bm      G D

Marshal takes a fall, out the car, down a ravine,

Bm        G  D    A

Siph’s gang hauls him off, giving him no time t’grieve.

Bm G    D A

Only knows some time later he’s lost in a bar, drowning in pain

Bm      G A     A7

told a body’s been found with hair of red and eyes of green


Dm








Dm    Gm   Dm

Next thing Siph knows, the bar’s torn to pieces

Gm    Dm   A

Blood’s on his paws, his gun lay empty

Dm    Gm   Dm

Mind may be broken, he turns to the bartender.

Gm       Dm       A   Dm

The last thing he hears is a snarled “Where is he?”


Siph can’t find peace and that should be th’end

His yearnin’ fer Red who he could never be with

The cavalry caught him, he was hung for his killings

“Where is he” were the last words from the coyote named Siph


Course sometimes folks say, if yer real unlucky

Y'might see a ki-yote, clothes tattered and spare

Hear the jangle've spurs and the tapping of claws

"Where is he?” are the last words that you’ll ever hear.


CHORUS (minor):

Gm Dm    

Some folks may never love wisely or well

A7 Dm

But a love song unsung is its own kind of hell

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