Intro: AmAm G Am Morgan, the man with no tan comes in on the midday trainG Takes a room in a pensione down by the beachAm G Em Unwraps his pistol, counts out the bullets beside itAm G Em Am Four bullets, two men, it's certain with two bullets eachAm G Am Down in the town the old men sit round by the harbourG Watch as the tourists break all etiquette in the barsAm G Em At twilight the festival starts with a feast in the plazaAm G Em Am Followed by music and wine, fireworks and cigarsF Em Am Twilight arrives, the streets come aliveF Em Am The Mayor and the Chief watch it beginF G Am A girl on a bike turns very businesslikeA# A Leaves 50 grand and a pardon for the sinsC G Am C G Am Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to TripoliC G Am Em You can taste your death in every silent breathAm Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemyAm G Am On Morgan's cheap TV the ministers agree at the summitG In a room straight above there's a couple making love with a cheerAm G Em Out across the water the statue of Christ throws a shadowAm G Em Am It falls across the city to the window of the volunteerF Em Am On the Avenue de France a beggar does a danceF Em Am Sells chocolate to the marching men in masksF G Am The Guardia Civile get a tip about a killA# A Morgan doubts but no-one's out to askC G Am C G Am Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to TripoliC G Am Em You can taste your death in every silent breathAm Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemyAm G Am The festival's begun; Morgan tucks the gun inside his jacketG Walks towards the plaza singing "Boys of the Old Brigade"Am G Em Is followed by a rifle, confronted by the guards at a cornerAm G Em Am Lifts his hands like the statue and dies in the fusilladeF Em Am Now the gunfire's heard, someone gives the wordF Em Am Fireworks crash, the marching band turns rightF G Am Someone in a mask throws a bomb and does the taskA# A Rides off with a girl on the back of a motorbikeC G Am C G Am Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to TripoliC G Am Em You can taste your death in every silent breathAm Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemyAm Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemyAm Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemy...
Billy Morgan
The Men They Couldn't Hang
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