G C G D G 
 
G 
He looked down into her brown eyes and said 
                 D 
Say a prayer for me  
 
She threw her arms around him whispered 
                 G 
God will keep us free 
 
They could see the riders comin  
                        C 
He said This is my last fight 
                        G 
If they take me back to Texas 
           D            G 
They won't take me back alive 
G 
There were seven Spanish angels 
                    D 
At the altar of the sun 
 
They were prayin' for the lovers 
                     G 
In the valley of the gun 
 
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared 
                           C 
There was thunder from the throne 
                  G 
And seven spanish angels 
     D             G 
Took another angel home 
 
SOLO 
G 
She reached down and picked the gun up 
                       D 
That lay smokin in his hand 
 
She said,