Tom: B major
Verse 1
on the streets of Argenta
The riders who knew her
all called her Pimeta
D
G
Oh, she was a beautiful dame
I sprang from my saddle
and walked up beside her
Said, where can we get some
corn whiskey and cider?
We walked down the street
to a place called The Spider
D
Where she turned my heart
G
Dm
D
G
into flame
I tried to be calm
but my heart was so frisky
D
I knew I was playing a game
I looked in her eyes
and could not drink my whiskey
For she was an angel to me
I cried, my beautiful maid of argenta,
all dressed in the splendor
Dm
G
D
of royal magenta.
G
If you will but promise to be
my pimenta,
G
Dm
shall be.
G
Dm
G
I gave her my gold
and she gave me her battle
Then I rode away,
the wild count lost the battle
D
And left her in old Arkansas
to my rock on the river
Dm
G
and it made my heart quiver
I cannot forget and I cannot
forgive her
Ab
G
And I can't get her out of my craw
Now I've settled down
in that place called the spider
D
as I sat there beside her
G
All a day long I drink whiskey and cider
and talk to all manner of men
I tell them if ever I see the pie men
D
all dressed in the splendor
of royal magenta
on the streets of Argenta
and we'll start all over again
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