Johnny Lobo Chords by Kris Kristofferson

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This is a true story.
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_ Once upon a dusty reservation, _ _ [A] somewhere in the land of Sittin' Bull, _ _ _ Johnny Lobo played
with [D] fire and dreamed of open spaces.
[A] Locked inside a heaven gone to hell. _
_ _ [G] All the dreams were gone but not [D] forgotten. _
_ _ Murdered like the holy [A] buffalo. _
_ _ [D] Johnny Lobo knew the rules and grew into a warrior.
[A] Fighting for his people [D] and his soul.
_ _ Oh, _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ [A] _ [D] Johnny Lobo.
_ _ _ Oh, _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] Lobo.
_ _ Loaded down with lessons that he carried _ _ [A] home from Vietnam to [D] Wounded Knee.
_ _ Johnny Lobo burned the flag he knew had been dishonored.
[A] Paid the price for thinking he was free.
_ _ [G] Someone set his house afire.
[D] Burned it to the ground with his wife and children [A] locked inside. _
_ _ [D] Later when the bitter tears were falling to the edges, [A] something good in Johnny [D] Lobo died.
_ _ Oh, _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] Johnny Lobo.
_ _ Oh, _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] Lobo.
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_ _ In the darkened corner of a tavern, _
_ _ [A] burning down old memories [D] again. _
_ _ Johnny Lobo stares into the smoke and dreams of clouds.
[A] Running like wild horses with [D] the wind. _
_ _ [G] Holy phoenix rising [D] from the ashes.
_ _ Into the circle [A] of design.
_ _ [D] Johnny Lobo's warrior [G] heart was burnished in the ember.
[A] _ And the battle's [D] just begun. _
_ _ Oh, Johnny [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [D] Lobo.
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