Slip Jigs And Reels Chords by Fairport Convention

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He was barely a man in his grandfather's coat, Sewn into the line [D] in a ten-shilling moot.
Goodbye to the family, farewell to the shore, Delight, taste, good fortune, you'll see me know.
_ _ Now the boat on the ocean tossed like a cork, Then one fine morning [D] they sighted New York.
He stood on the gangplank and breathed in the air, A lull and a plenty, I've come for [G] my [D] share.
_ And he did like the ladies, their eyes and the foal, Of their [A] ankles and dresses [D] down on the dance floor,
And pulling the dice and spinning [G] the [A] [G] wheel, [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels.
[G] _ [D] There's talk of a pistol, and some say a knife, But all are agreed [D] there was somebody's wife.
Dreadful commotion, a terrible fight, He left a man dead and ran into the night.
On a train to St.
Louis, just one jump ahead, He slept one eye open, a six-gun in bed.
He dreamt of the mountains and green [D] fields of home, While crossing the plain where the buffalo roam.
_ And he did like the ladies, their eyes [D] and the foal, [A] Of their ankles and dresses [D] down on the dance floor,
[A] And rolling the dice [G] and spinning [Bm] the wheel, [Em] _ [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and [D] reels. _
_ A bad reputation's a hard [D] thing to bear, Mother's [G] poor spawn, [A] from children [D] they stare,
So he found [D] consolation in flash [D] company, Your life ain't so bad with a girl on each knee.
_ _ Well, they called him the Kid, and by [D] twenty-one, All [A] that he knew [D] was the power of the gun,
And by twenty-three he'd shot [D] five men down, Forgotten his way as he rambled around. _ _
And he did [A] like the ladies, [D] their eyes and the foal, Of their ankles [A] and dresses [D] down on the dance floor,
[A] And rolling the dice [G] and spinning [D] the wheel, [Em] _ [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _
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_ There's bones on the desert and buzzards that fly, In the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die,
But in matters of cruelty, it must be said, A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead.
_ _ It was while Bescalero's I heard someone say, [A] In the deadliest ambush [D] near old Santa Fe,
And the young buck was taken dressed in a coat, And inside the line in a ten-shell [D] mace.
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And he did like the ladies, their eyes and the foal, Of their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor,
And rolling the dice [G] and spinning [D] the [G] wheel, [D] _ But he took most delight in the slipjigs and [D] reels.
[D] _ _ And rolling the dice [G] and spinning [Bm] the [G] _ [D] wheel, But he took most delight in