Hợp âm Wild Bill Hickok

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Wild [C]Bill was born in Illinois
on [F]dry and fertile [C]land
[F]Pioneer of [C]pistol ears
and a [D]dead shot with each [G]hand
[F]Claim he was the [C]quickest,
there's [F]few who'd ill-a[G]gree
If you were [C]yet to saw this plainsman draw,
still [F]breathe like you and [C]me

[Verse 2]
He [C]led a stagecoach freight team
in his [F]early days of [C]life
One [F]evenin' on the [C]Western Trail,
Bill [D]took the air of [G]night
And [F]who should come upon [C]him,
but a [F]bear whom he'd a[G]woke
Wild [C]Bill produced his bowie knife
and [F]fashioned a new [C]coat

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 3]
[C]Kansas prairies he knew well
and [F]wild Missouri [C]too
Come [F]186[C]1, Bill [D]donned the Union [G]blue
[F]Not unlike his [C]daddy,
he'd [F]seen old man in [G]bonds
Every [C]man in Jimmy Lane's brigade,
of [F]Hickok they were [C]fond

[Verse 4]
While a [C]marshal in Abilene
many [F]Texans came to [C]call
Phil [F]Coe told John Wes [C]Hardin,
"Wild [D]Bill has got to [G]fall"
"He's a [F]cruel and brutish [C]yankee,
and if [F]you don't then I [G]will"
Wild [C]Bill put down Phil Coe,
Wes [F]Hardin's livin' [C]still

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[Verse 5]
He [C]met his fate in Deadwood
in[F]side Tom Nuttall's [C]place
A[F]midst a game of [C]poker,
holdin' [D]Aces and two [G]Eights
When up [F]stepped from be[C]hind him
the [F]Coward, Jack Mc[G]Call
The [C]slug ripped through his auburn hair,
poor [F]Wild Bill never [C]saw