The moon beamed [G]down so lightly,[D] on distant fields of [G]clover. The gypsy cowboy [D]wanders, because he knows it's over[G]. And everything's so [D]quiet. The town is down in slumbe[G]r. His cowboy lady [D]mutters, let's roll another numb[G]er. [AM]Oh, oh so s[D]ad [AM]The trouble that's in this old [D]world, it makes me so...