Alison Krauss

Bonita And Bill Butler(Chords)

Alison Krauss

Key: Em

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Intro: Em, D, A, C, D, 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

Written by Sidney Cox

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