Tono:
Introducción:
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Kind friends, listen here to my pitiful tale
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An object of pity, I&rsquo m looking quite stale,
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I gave up my trade selling Wright&rsquo s Patent Pills
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To go hunting gold in the dreary Black Hills
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Don&rsquo t go away, stay at home if you can,
D7
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne
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For big Wallipe or Comanche Bill
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They'll lift up your hair at the dreary Black Hill
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I got to Cheyenne, no gold could I find,
D7
I thought of the lunch route I'd left far behind
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Through rain, hail, and snow, frozen plumb to the gills -
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They call me the orphan of the dreary Black Hills.
G
So don&rsquo t go away, stay at home if you can,
D7
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne
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For old Sitting Bull and Chief Comanche Dan
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They're raising pure hell round the town of Cheyenne
G
Oh, I wish that the man who had started this cell
D7
Was a captive and Crazy Horse had him in Hell
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There's no use in groaning or swearing like pitch
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But a man who would stay here's a son of a bitch
G
Don&rsquo t go away, stay at home if you can,
D7
Stay away from that city, they call it Cheyenne
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For old Sitting Bull and Chief Wallipe Bill
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They'll lift up your scalp in the dreary Black Hills