Cifras
The Ballad Of Danny Bailey

Tono: G

Introducción:

Bm                                                                              C  
Some punk with a shotgun killed - young Danny Bailey -
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In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel.
Bm                                                              C  
Killed him in anger.      A force he couldn't handle -
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helped pull the trigger that cut short his life.
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And there's    -    not many knew him the way that we did.
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Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren't most hungry kids?
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Oh - ohhh...
D                              F         G              Bm              Em                            G    A              D  
Now it's all over Danny Bailey      -      and the harvest is in.
C                              G/B      Gm            D/A    C/G                                    G                      D  
Dillinger's dead.    Oh - oh - oh                 I guess the cops won again.
                                  F         G              Bm              Em                            G    A              D  
Now it's all over Danny Bailey      -      and the harvest is in.
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We're running short of heroes - back up here in the hills.
Bm                                                                                                      C  
Without Danny Bailey we're gonna have to - break up our stills.
Bm                                                      C  
So mark his grave well - `cause Kentucky loved him.
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Born and raised a proper, I guess      -      life just bugged him.
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And he - found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by.
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A running gun youngster in a sad restless age.
             Am    G      F    Em  
Oh - ohhh...
Em                            G    A              D    A            D7    G            Gm      D    A                 D  
-      and the harvest is in. Ah-ah-ah.            Ah-ah-ah                 Ah-ah-ah    -    Ahh.THE
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