Billy The Kid Chords by Ry Cooder

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_ _ _ _ I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid.
[D] I'll sing you the record [G] of days that he did.
Way out in New Mexico, a [C] long [G] time ago,
when our man's only friend [D] was his old [G] 44.
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Now when Billy the Kid was a very young [D] lad,
in old Silver City [G] he went to the bed.
Way out west with [C] a knife [G] in his hand,
at the age of 12 years [D] he [G] killed his first man. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Fair Mexican maidens played guitars and sang
[D] [G] songs about [D] Billy, [G] their boy bandit king.
Before his young manhood had reached [G] its setting,
he'd a notch on his pistol for 21 men. _ _
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_ _ _ It was on one black night that poor Billy died,
[D] he said to his [G] friends, I'm not satisfied.
This 21 man that I put [C] bullets [G] through,
and [G] Sheriff Pat [A] Garrett's [D] gonna [G] make 22.
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Well this is how Billy [C] the Kid [G] made his fame,
[D] the big [Em] moon was [D] shining [G] and the hour was lame.
Shot down by Pat Garrett, Silver [C] City's [G] best friend,
before our lost [Gm] life had reached its [G] sad end.
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