Chords for Alison Krauss & Union Station, Wild Bill Jones

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As I went out for a drink of water I came upon that poor [F#m] little [B] boy.
He was walking and talking about what you never saw.
Nothing [Em] [F#m] guilty he was.
[B] _ He _
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said he is twenty one to _ old he can throw. _
I pulled my revolver and _ _ _ I destroyed [F#m] that poor [B] boy's [E] soul.
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_ [B] He healed and he staggered and he fell [Bm] to the ground.
And he [B] gave one to _ me.
He read this [Bm] _ _ _
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_ _ _ so good thing.
Handcuff me boy and lead me to that [F#m] great carnage.
[B] _ I have no [D] friends or [B] relations there.
No one but [F#] a [B] home I made. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ So dance around that old long-haired boy.
And [B] you're gonna scream.
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[Bm] _ _ [B] _ Today's song will last.
I'll cry a little drunk.
And tomorrow will be the last of me.
[E] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [N] _
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_ [E] _ We're only doing [B] sad songs because of the type of music that we play and the [F#] kind of people that we are.
We like sad music [D] for sad people.
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[C#] And that particular song, Wild Bill Jones, as we all know, has everything bad that [E] could possibly happen to a person in one song.
And we like it that way.
It's just a nice [A] clean package.
[Dm] It's easy to deal with.
[Gm] It's like [Bm] a cornucopia of negativity.
We can just move on to deserve it. _