#---------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# This file is for personal private use only. All copyright laws apply. Please visit http://www.shawntabs.homepage.com/ for more Shawn Mullins tabs. THE BALLAD OF BILLY JOE MCKAY by Shawn Mullins (Soul's Cour 1998) Tabbed by Aron (Bud) Chords: (Chords aren't, tab is relative to capo on 2) B {x 0 2 2 2 0} E {x x 0 2 3 2} Abm {2 4 4 2 2 2} F# {x x x 4 5 4} E2 {5 5 7 7 7 5} (E2 is E in a different voicing) Verses: B E Abm F# E Instrumental (Between verses): Abm F# E Solo:(Relative to capo on 2) |-------------------------------------------------5-5---2----5-5---2--| |-------------5-------5-----5---------5-------5---5-5---3----5-5---3--| |-----2-2-4-----4-2-----4-----4-----4---4---------4-4---2----4-4---2--| |---4-------2-------2-----------2-----------2---4---------------------| |---------------------------------------------------------------------| |-2-------------------------------2-------4---------------------------| Ending: Abm F# E2 E2 Lyrics: my name's billy jo mckay, I just turned 16 yesterday i'm gonna get the nerve one day to get outta here my ma passed on 3 years ago, they said it was cancer and it took her slow and ever since then i've been sayin no to my daddy and my tears now when you come down our road you gotta watch the bump right there across from the garbage dump you can find me out back jumpin on the trampoline and in the springtime we'll be skippin scholl we sneak off to the cantrell's swimming pool man, you can't get much cooler than me and my friend darlene now my grandaddy's hands are worn from 50 years of growin' corn back behind the house where I was born before he had to sell and my cousin eddie, he got shot in the walmart parkin lot yeah this little town's changed a lot, he said it hurt like hell my name's billy jo mckay, it's a hot mississippi summer Saturday daddy's on the front porch with uncle dave drinkin dixie beer 16 years of being bored my window's open, forget the door hope there's some gas in the old man's ford cause i'm outta here i'm outta here, i'm outta here maybe i'll go down to biloxi or maybe to new orleans or maybe hotlanta