Chords for Rod - steve tilsten's Slip Jigs and Reels

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He was barely a man in his grandfather's school, Soon into line in a ventriloquy mode,
He'd say goodbye to the family, goodbye to the shore. _ _
He still liked his good fortune, he'd say me no more, _ _
He'd float in the ocean, he'd pass like a chord,
And then one fine morning he decided to go on,
And he stood on the gangplank and he breathed in the air, _ _
He said, hello land of plenty, I came from my share,
_ _ And he did like the ladies, the [Fm] rising [Eb] fold on their ankles,
[Eb] Sitting dressed in down-bounded antsy boy,
Rolling the dice and [Cm] spinning the wheel,
[Ab] _ [Eb] But he took more than life in the city's alleys, _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Now just a crock of a pistol, some say a knife,
But all around green and one somebody's wife,
He climbed up the portion, a terrible fight,
_ _ He left [Bb] the man for dead and ran [Eb] into the night,
_ _ A train to St.
Louis, just one jump ahead,
He slept one eye open, a six gun in bed,
And he dreamt of the mountains and the green fields of old,
_ Poor man's passing a blade with a buffalo rose,
_ _ And he did [Bb] like the [Eb] ladies, the [Fm] rising [Bb] fold on their ankles,
Sitting dressed in down [Eb]-bounded antsy boy,
[Bb] Rolling the [Eb] dice and spinning [Cm] the wheel,
[Ab] _ [Eb] But he took more than life in the city's alleys, _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ Oh, that reputation is a hard [Ab] thing to bear,
[Eb] Mother's force, corny young children they stare,
But he found consolation in a flash company,
_ [Ab] _ [Eb] Your life ain't so bad with a girl on your knee,
_ _ Oh, they called him the Kid in May 21,
All that he knew was the power of the gun,
And by 23 he had shot five men down,
_ The bull got in his way as he ran for the ground,
_ _ And he did [Bb] like the [Eb] ladies, the rising fold on their [Bb] ankles,
[Eb] Sitting dressed in down-bounded antsy boy,
Rolling the dice and spinning the _ [Ab] wheel,
[Eb] But he [Bb] took more than life in [Eb] the city's alleys,
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_ He proposed to the beggar and mother's daughter lied,
In the highest of circles just where she [Bb] died,
But in [Eb] matters of cruelty it must be said, _
Oh, [Bb] a landlord [Eb] will pick you out before you're dead, _ _
He was quite a masquereros, I've heard people say,
In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe,
When a young buck was staking, he was dressing the coat, _ _
Oh, he made his [Bb] side the light [Eb] and his attention the gold, _
And he [Bb] did like the [Eb] ladies, the [Bb] rising [Eb] fold on their [Bb] ankles,
[Eb] Sitting dressed in down-bounded antsy boy,
Rolling [Eb] the dice and spinning the wheel, _
But he took more than life in the city's alleys, _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ And he did like the ladies, the [Fm] rising [Eb] fold on their [Bb] ankles,
Sitting dressed in [Eb] down-bounded antsy boy,
Rolling the dice and spinning the wheel, _ _
But he took more than life in the city's alleys,
The slip, jigs and reels,
_ The slip, jigs and reels,
The [Bb] slip, jigs and [Eb] reels, _ _ _ _
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