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.