Ballad Of A Well Known Gun

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I pulled out my Stage Coach Times
      D7              G
And I read the latest news
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I tapped my feet in dumb surprise
       A7                D
And of course I saw they knew

The Pinkertons pulled out my bags
             D7     G
And asked me for my name
A
I stuttered out my answer
    A7              D
And hung my head in shame


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Now they've found me
                A7
At last they've found me
             G
It's hard to run
                D
From a starving family

Now they've found me
     D7      G
Well I won't run
             D
I'm tired of hearing
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There goes a well-known gun


Now I've seen this chain gang
Lord I say let me see my priest
I couldn't have faced your desert sand
Old burning brown backed beast
The poor house they hit me for my kin
And claimed my crumbling walls
Now I know how Reno felt
When he ran from the law


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