E
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
B             A
Raining hail, born to fail.
E
Nobody come for to go my bail.
B                      E
Sun, don't you rise no more.


E
Well I shot one man on the county line.
B                      A
Took his dime and I blew his mind.
E
Now I'm just sittin' here doin' time.
B                     E
Sun, don't you rise no more.


C#m                                          G#m
Well a restless wind is whistling through my windows through my head,
B                            A
through all the scrapes that I've survived.
C#m                                G#m
And in my hour of darkness I keep counsel with the dead,
B                        A
just enough to remind me I'm alive.


E
Well I write to the governor for to hear my plea
B                 A
but he don't even answer me.
E
Judge said he's gonna set my spirit free.
B                      A
Sun, don't you rise no more.


E
Gavel fell, he chose the day,
B                   A
Gallows high, thirteenth of May.
E
But I don't plan to go that way.
B                      E
Sun, don't you rise no more.

A            B       E
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
      A           B                   E
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
A                         B              C#m             A
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
E                       B            E
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.

C#m                                         G#m
And that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, they all fell the same.
B                              A
Just need one more to match my age.
C#m                                     G#m
Then I'll count my killin' done. but I won't deny my name:
B                                  A
Quickest wrist of the chaparral and sage.


E
Now desperate times call for desperate men,
B                   A
I'm just a kid but I'll pretend
E
my time will come but until then,
B                      E
Sun, don't you rise no more.

E                                   E
Well I see that gallows altar, that circle 'round the Sun.
             B              E                      A          
   B
They're gonna hang me if I stay here, they're gonna shoot me if I run.
E
That jailer better watch his pride
B                      A
or off my wrists these shackles slide.
E
Hear my restless fourty-five.
B                      E
Sun, don't you rise no more.

A            B       E       B
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
A                 B                   E      B
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
A                         B               C#m           A
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
E                   B                 E
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.

[silence]

C#m                                  G#m
And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride.
B                          A
I'll take my pardon on the run,
C#m                                 G#m
with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side,
B                           A
two silhouettes against the Sun.

E
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
B              A
Raining hail, born to Fail.
E
Nobody come for to go my bail.
B                      E
Sun, don't you rise no more