Pretty Painted Ladies

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By a blackened wood stove in a rundown old bunkhouse
       A                                E
Sat an old buckaroo with his hat in his hand
   D                       A
He lowered his voice as he told us about 'em
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The wild western women that wore no man’s brand

[Verse 2]
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He remembered how they'd drive you plum crazy
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Dancin' for nickels 'neath the barrooms oil lights
     D                         A
We'd come off the trail they'd be waitin' for us
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Pretty painted ladies in dresses so bright

[Chorus]
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Where are all the pretty painted ladies
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Where's all my dance hall gals
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Where are you Lil are you still young and pretty
      A                     E         A
And a waitin' for me at the end of my trail

[Verse 3]
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Slowly they'd swirl with the ranchers and wranglers
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While the piano played on into the night
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Just a kickin' their skirts past the lonely rawhiders
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Pretty painted ladies I miss you tonight

[Verse 4]
               D         A
I told the old timer they moved off a long time ago
                                      E               D
There ain't no more pretty Lil old man no Buffalo Sal
           A
He said son some nights I can see 'em
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Just a singin' and a dancin' at the end of my trail

[Chorus]
   D                 A
Oh where are all the pretty painted ladies
E                         A
Where's all my dance hall gals
D                         A               F#m
Where are you Lil are you still young and pretty
       A                     E         A
Just a waitin' for me at the end of my trail