The Capture Of Albert Johnson chords and lyrics - WILF CARTER

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[Verse 1]
[C]There [G]in [C]that far north country
Lived a [F]trapper thought in[C]sane
Some [F]of his redskin [C]neighbors
To the [G]po lice sent a com[C]plaint
Two redcoats of the Mounties
Who are [F]known for their [C]fame
When [F]North to find the [C]trouble
On this [G]trapper was put to [C]blame
They journeyed out to his cabin
No [F]harm was meant, you [C]know
But the [F]trapper with his [C]six -gun
He [G]laid a mounty [C]low
T 'was then that the trouble started
And [F]as the story goes [C]forth
It [F]was the greatest [C]manhunt
in the [G]history of the [C]North
For weeks and weeks they trailed him
through the [F]snow and the [C]bitter cold
And the [F]hardships that he en[C]dured
we [G]folks will never [C]know
Once when they had him surrounded,
while [F]trailing him through the [C]snow,
He [F]laid another [C]deadly shot,
laid [G]an other mighty [C]low.
Still on and on they trailed him,
this [F]trapper he knew his [C]game.
He'd [F]backtrack on his [C]trailers,
this [G]man they thought in[C]sane.
Now the chances of his escape,
For the [F]trapper they were too [C]slim.
They [F]hunted him by day,
they [C]hunted him by night,
This [G]man hunt they must [C]win.
Then just in the evening twilight,
He was [F]climbing up a [C]hill.
This [F]trapper sighted his [C]trailer,
Aimed [G]an other shot to [C]kill.
Down deep in the snow for shelter
The [F]bullets were flying [C]low
He [F]aimed another [C]deadly shot
Laid [G]an other mounty [C]low
The rest of them heard the shooting
They [F]quickly joined the [C]lead
And [F]under a hail of [C]bullets
His [G]riddled body dropped [C]dead
Now the greatest of the
Manhunts are endin'
In the [F]history of that northern [C]land.
But [F]we'll give credit to the [C]Mountie,
They [G]al ways get their [C]man.