Chords for Lorne Greene - Frightened Town 1965

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_ _ _ _ I rode into a frightened town, I could feel it in the air.
On the faces of the people
was a blankness of despair.
I'd ridden hard to reach this town, I thought that it might
be a place where I could settle down, where no one knew of me.
I rode by the nervous townfolk
who were standing in the sun.
I smiled at them, but in return they kept staring at my
gun.
The old familiar sickness started churning up inside.
Now they'd ask if it was true that
thirteen men had died. _ _ _ _
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First would come the curious, and then the would-be brave, to try
for a reputation or a senseless early grave.
But no, these folks, they welcomed me like
I was their old friend.
Could be that here was peace at last, that I'd reached my journey's
end.
But hope died quickly as they spoke, I chilled in the sweltering sun.
To them I
[Cm] wasn't friend or foe, just a fast and deadly gun.
They wanted me to kill again, to save
the town, they said.
I told them that I'd fight no more, too many men were dead.
But
even as I turned away, there came riding down the street as bad a pair of gunmen as a man
would ever meet.
I said, dear Lord, please help this town and those who soon will die.
But this was none of my concern, I watched them ride on by.
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I got a room and locked the
door, and I fell asleep at last, wondering if there was a lawman, hoping his gun was
fast.
Then I came to my feet with gun in hand, to the sound of a six-gun's roar.
There
were frantic footsteps in the hall, and a pounding at my door.
If there's any mercy
in your heart, please help us now, they cried.
The sheriff's heard, two men are down, and
a little child has died.
_ Just one last time I'd have to fight, and I'd be one of them.
I'd found a home, a home at last.
I'd be like other men.
My gun felt strange, my heart was
light as I faced them in the street.
I even smiled as they went down, and lay dying at
my feet.
The blood was running from my wounds, and I was sinking to the ground.
But my newfound
friends were careful.
You see, I'd found my town.
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[C#m] Before my wounds had time to heal, they
all had lost their fear.
I asked about my newfound friends, not a one of them came near.
Then a spokesman came to me, he said, speaking for the town, we're grateful for the help
you gave, we just don't want your kind around.
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Then, with a deeper wound inside than a bullet
ever made, [B] I rode away with a darker past.
I even tried to pray, [C#m] but fate was moving
me again as a blood-red sun went down, with a few more scars, down an endless road, to
another frightful day.
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