Tono: D
Introducción: D
G/D
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D
G
I pulled out my Stage Coach Times and I read the latest news.
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D
G
A7
D
G
G/A
I tapped my feet in dumb surprise and of course I saw they knew.
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G
D
G
The Pinkertons pulled out my bags and asked me for my name.
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D
A
D
D7
G/A
D
D7
I stuttered out my answer and hung my head in shame.
G/A
D
A7
Now they've found me. At last they've found me.
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D
It's hard to run from a starving family.
G/A
D
G
D
G
G/D
Now they've found me. Well I won't run.
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Bm
A/C#
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D
I'm tired of hearing "There goes a well-known gun".
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Em7/A
D
G
Now I've seen this chain gang - Lord, I say let me see my priest.
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D
G
A7
D
G
G/A
I couldn't have faced your desert sand-old burning brown-backed beast.
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G
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G
The poor house they hit me for my kin and claimed my crumbling walls.
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D
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D
D7
G/A
D
D7
Now I know how Reno felt when he ran from the law.
Chorus
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Oh, the well-known gun
D
(Now they've found me) There goes the well-known gun
D
(I said found me) There goes the well-known gun