Prison Trilogy
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

G                            Bm
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
C                G                Bm               D
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
Am
Busted on a drunken charge
C
Driving someone else's car
G                   Bm                D
The local midnight sheriff's claim to fame
G                   Bm
In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how
C                  G                Bm          D
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded
Am
Knowing they'd remain the boss
C
Knowing he would pay the cost
G                D
They saw he was severely reprimanded

         Em             D
In the blackest cell on "A" Block
Em                     D
He hanged himself at dawn
Em                      D
With a note stuck to the bunk head
C                     D
Don't mess with me, just take me home
          G            D               G
Come and lay, help us lay young Billy down


I have not heard Joan doing this song for over a decade. From my memory of the tune, the above chords fit fairly well.

Roger in Baltimore