Wild Bill Hickok Chords by Colter Wall

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[C] _ _ _ While Bill was born in Illinois [F] on dry and [C] fertile land,
[Am] _ Pioneer of [D] pistol ears and a dead shot [G] with each hand,
[C] Claimed he was the quickest, there's few that'll [G] agree,
_ Fewer yet that saw his planes been [F] drawn, still breathe like [C] you and me. _ _
_ _ _ He led a stagecoach freight [F] team in his early [C] days of life,
[A] One evening [C] on the [D] western trail Bill took the [G] air of night,
[F] And who should come [C] upon him but a bare-hum [G] he'd awoke,
_ _ [C] While Bill produced his buoy [F] life in fashion [C] they knew code,
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] Kansas prairies he knew [F] well and wild [C] Missouri too,
[F] Come [C] 1861 [D] Bill dawned the [G] Union Blue,
[F] Not unlike [C] his daddy he'd seen [G] old man in barns, _
Every [C] man in Jimmy Lane's brigade [F] of Hickok they [C] were fond,
_ _ _ _ _ [A] [C] While a marshal in Abilene [F] many Texans [C] came to call,
[F] Philco told [C] John West Hardin [D] while Bill has [G] got to fall,
[Cm] He's grueling [C] brutish Yankee [F] and if you don't then [G] I will, _ _
[C] While Bill put down Philco [Fm] and West Hardin's [C] living still,
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[Em] He met his fate in [C] Deadwood [Dm]
in sight [C] on the lost plate,
[F] _ Amidst a [Cm] game of poker [D] holding [G] aces and two eights,
_ When up stepped from behind him the coward Jack [Dm] McCall, _
A [C] slug ripped through [F] his auburn hair, poor wild Bill never _ saw, _