G# Fm Cm F7 Betsy, Betsy, C# A#m7 D#7 Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah G# Cm She was born in 'thirty-two C# D#7 And was she ever pretty G# Cm She rode a freight train west C# C7 All the way from Detroit City Fm7 G# Betsy's seen more places C# C#m Than I'll ever hope to see Cm7 Fm7 Betsy's been more loyal A#m7 D#7 Than any friend could be G# Cm With some she traveled fast C# D#7 With others it was slow G# Cm Betsy's seen them all C# C7 She's seen them come and go Fm7 G# She must have had some favorites C# C#m Before I finally met her Cm7 Fm7 And now that she's all mine A#m7 D#7 They better just forget her G# G#7 Betsy was a lady C# C#m And that she will remain Cm7 Fm7 Betsy took some beatings A#m7 D#7 But she never once complained G# Cm She had a classic beauty C# D#7 That everyone could see G# Cm I was the last to meet her C# C7 But she gave her life to me Fm7 G# She may be rusted iron C# C#m But to me she's solid gold Cm7 Fm7 And I just can't hold the tears back A#m7 D#7 C# G# 'Cause Betsy's growing old | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m7 C7 C# C#m Cm Cm7 D#7 F7 Fm Fm7 G# G#7 |