John Wilkes Booth Chords by Tony Rice

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_ [C#] _ John Wilkes Booth [F#] was a southern male, _ [D#m] [G#] son of an actor in Maryland. _
[C#] Bound for fortune on a [F#] gas-lit _ stage, [F#] bound to [C#] die in a tender [G#] age.
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[G#] _ _ [C#] Washington, the [F#] bald and born, _ [D#] he played the [G#] bills and he slept with hawks.
[C#] And he burned inside with a [F#] hatred deep, [C#] for the bandit calls the South the weak.
[G#] _ _ [C#] Young Abe Lincoln wasn't [F#] young no _ more, [D#m] hired [G#] an old man when he won the war.
[C#] And he dreamed that night of [F#] his death by the hand, [A#m] of [G#] a bitter [C#] world and a faceless man.
And he saw [D#] his body [A#m] in a ghastly dream, [Fm] [F#] draped in black [G#] while his widow screamed.
_ [Fm] Two silver dollars [A#m] on his silent sleigh, [C#] Abraham _ [F#] [G#] Lincoln has [C#] died today.
[F#] And they said there were [Fm] five and they said [A#m] there were ten, _ [F] some said [F#] there was never more than [G#] just one man. _
[Fm] But smile and see [A#m] Mr.
Lincoln dead, [C#]
in the name [F#] of God [D#m] and Dixie, _ _ in _ [C#] the name of God and _ Dixieland.
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[G#] _ _ [A#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] John Wilkes Booth and [F#] his band of men, [D#] they had felled [G#] before but would not again.
[C#] In good five he dawned [F#] with a fickle song, _ _ [G#] then Booth declared [C#] the day had come.
[C] _ [A#m] _ _ [G#] _ _ [C#] And the word was passed and the guns [F#] were brought, _ [C#] [D#m] down to [G#] Marissa Ratt's boarding house.
[C#] Sealed in a note Booth named [F#] just four, _ [D#] but with a gallant swing with [C#] many more.
[F#] And they said there were [Fm] five and they said [A#m] there were ten, _ [Fm] some said [F#] there was never more than just [G#] one man.
_ [Fm] But smile [F#] and see Mr.
[A#m] Lincoln _ [C#] dead, in the name [F#] of God [D#m] and Dixie, _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#] in the name [F#] of God and [C#] _ Dixieland.
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[C#] _ John Wilkes Booth went to [F#] his grave, _ [D#] he had a bullet in his [G#] neck and a broken leg.
[C#] A patriot in his [F#] fantasy, _ _ of [G#] redemption, [F#] grace and [C#] bravery.
_ [G#] _ [C#] And those who were hanged and [F#] those who spent, _ [D#] their lives [G#] behind a jail of spins.
[C#] All of Booth could have [F#] proved them free, _ [A#m] of the [C#] pain of the conspiracy.
[F#] For they said there were [Fm] five and they [A#m] said there were ten, _ [Fm] some [F#] said there was never more than [G#] just one man.
_ [A#m] But smile and see Mr.
Lincoln dead, [C#] in the name [F#] of God [D#m] and Dixie, [C#] in the name of [F#] God and _ [C#] Dixieland. _
In the name [F#] of God [D#m] and Dixie, _ _ _ _ [C#] in the name of [F#] God and [C#] _ Dixieland.
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