Chords for Wild Bill Jones

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_ _ I came _ _ _ upon that wild field of yones, where the flock of sheep and animals hung, by my
true lover's side.
And I've been in too deep.
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And I've been in too deep.
And I've been in too deep.
And I've been in too deep. _ _ _ _
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Well, he said, my age is twenty-one, [Bm] you ought to [B] be controlled. _
I pulled my revolver from my side, and I destroyed that vulnerable soul. _
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_ _ Well, he wailed and he sackled and he fell to the ground.
Then [F#] he gave one last [Bm] _
moan.
He [B] wrapped his arms around my little girl's neck, saying, honey, won't you [F#] pay? _ _
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_ [B] _ _ So, I climbed that range of solid wood, and leaped [F#] into that freight car gate.
_ [B] I had no friends, no relations there, no one for to go my bait.
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_ I'll pass around that old, old neck bottle, and a long [Bm] go on to spring.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ I'll face off the last of [Bm] the wild fields yones, [F#] if farrowing lasts to [C#m] me.
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