Bonita And Bill Butler

sat down the other evening to tried and work this out , i love this song so much and hope this helps you learn this great song B7 E - - - - - - - - - - B - - - - - - - - - - G - - 2 - - - - - - - D - - 1 - - - - - - - A - - 2 - - - - - - - E - - 0 - - - - - - - on the G chord , do this as well . E - 3 - - - - - - 3 - - - B - 3 - - - - - - 2 - - - G - 0 - - - - - - 0 - - - D - 0 - - - - - - 0 - - - A - 2 - - - - - - 2 - - - E - 3 - - - - 2h3 - - - Intro : Em , D , A , C , D , Em Em D A i grew up in the scantling yards of wheeling west virginia C D Em a wheelhouse cub looking for an open door Em D A in the packet ways a sweeney wed the keel of my bonita C D Em just two months from her timbers til she moored Em D A i paid the fare in billet on her maiden voyage to vicksburg C D Em and talked my way to hand the tiller on the course Em D A in her planks i carved a notch and sealed the vow be my bonita C D Em and her dowry was my life between the shores Chorus Em D C G i was born with rouging ways , and she steered me like a woman C B7 from the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray Em D C G the calliope serenades , made the old towns come running C B7 and the boys would gamble shards to pull her chains C D Em the strikers boast would fain me loss , about the wrecks the shoals were A keeping C D Em and how the old girls got poor billys ransom saved Em , D , A , C , D , Em x2 Em D A on the lake at bistineau , she set the wharf at dixie C D Em with a thousand bales of cotton on her main Em D A as the great raft disappeared , the watermark went sinking C D Em and she was stuck right hard , a listing on the bank Em D A with the furnace still a blaze , i stood my last upon her C D Em then climbed the prow and took a landsmans trade Em D A a derelict now milady said the watch log ive concorded C D Em have the bosun sound us eight bells for the change Chorus : Em D C G i was born with rouging ways , and she steered me like a woman C B7 from the port calls and the bawds that lead me stray Em D C G the calliope serenades , made the old towns come running Em D C G and i would take to wider walks , so the gin i stopped a drinking C B7 at three scores aloft this crooked frame C D Em the strikers boast would fain me loss , about the wrecks the shoals were A keeping C D Em and how the old girls got poor billys ransom saved Outro : Em , D , A , C , D , Em