Chords for The Ballad of Billy the Kid

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_ _ [G] _ _ From a town [Em] known as Wheeling, [F] West Virginia,
_ _ [G] Wrote a boy [Em] with a six-gun in his hand.
_ _ [G] And his daring [Em] life of crime,
Made [F] him a legend in his time,
[Am] East and West of [D] the Rio Grande.
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ Well, he started with a [Em] bank in [F] Colorado,
_ _ [G] In the pocket of [Em] his vest, a [F] colt he hid,
[D] And [G] his age [Em] and his size,
Took the [C] teller by surprise,
[Am] And the word spread [D] of Billy the Kid.
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_ _ _ [G] _ Well, he never traveled heavy,
[D] Yes, he always [Bm] rode alone,
[C] And he soon put many [D] older guns [F] to shame.
_ [C] And he never [D] had a sweetheart,
And [Em] he never had a home,
[C] But the cowboy and the rancher knew [A] his [D] name.
Well, [G] he robbed his way [Em] from Utah to [F] Oklahoma, _ _
[G] And the lodgers could not [Em] seem to track him down.
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And [G] he served his legend [Em] well,
[F] For the folks they loved to tell,
[Am] About when [D] Billy the Kid [F] came to [C] town.
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ Well, one cold day [Em] a posse [F] captured Billy,
_ _ [G] And the judge [Em] said,
String him up for what he did.
_ _ [G] The cowboys [Em] and their kin,
[F] Like the sea came pouring [G] in,
To [Am] watch the hanging [Dm] of Billy the Kid.
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_ [G] _ _ [C] Well, he never [D] traveled heavy,
[Em] Yes, he always rode [Bm] alone,
And [C] he soon put many [D] older guns [F] to shame.
_ [C] And he never had a [D] sweetheart,
But he finally [Bm] found a home,
[C] Underneath the boot hill grave that bears his [D] name.
[G] From a town [Em] known as Oyster Bay, [F] Long Island,
_ [G] Rode a boy [Em] with a six-pack in his hand,
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[G] And his daring life of [Em] crime,
Made [F] him a legend in his time,
[Am] East and West of the [D] Rio Grande. _
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