Chords for Steve Tilston - The Slip Jiggs And Reels

_ _ _ [D] This is a _ traditional folk song I wrote [A] and it's _ [D] got a kind of touch of the southwest [Em] about it.
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_ _ _ _ _ It's like a call.
Then one fine morning they sighted New York and he stood on the gangplank and he [G] breathed in the air.
[D] A lowlander plenty I've come for me share. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall,
All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel. _ _ _
But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now there's talk of a pistol, some say a knife.
But all are agreed there was somebody's wife.
Some kind of commotion, a terrible fight.
He left a man for dead and ran into the night. _ _ _ _
_ _ On a train from St.
Louis, just a one jump [G] ahead, [D] he slept one eye open, a six gun in bed.
And he dreamt of the mountains and the green [G] fields at home, [D] while crossing the plains where the buffalo roam. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning the _ _ [Em] wheel.
_ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _
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_ _ _ Oh were bad reputations a [G] hard thing to bear.
[D] _ Mothers all scorn and young [A] children [D] they stare.
But he found consolation in [G] flash company.
[D] _ Life ain't so bad with a girl on your knee.
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[D] _ _ _ Now they called him the Kid, by [G] twenty [D]-one, all that he knew was the power of the gun.
And by twenty-three, he'd shot [G] five men down, [D] just got in his way, guess he rambled around. _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
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_ _ [D] But he took most delight in the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _
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_ _ Now there's bones on the desert, and buzzards [G] that fly, In [D] the highest of circles, just wishing he'd die.
But in matters of cruelty, it must be [G] said, [D] A landlord will pick your bones before you're dead. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ It was wild masquereros, I [G] heard people [D] say, In the deadliest ambush near old Santa Fe.
And the young buck was taken, [G] dressed in a coat, [D] And inside the lining a ten-shilling note. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh and he did like the ladies, the rise and the fall, All on their ankles and dresses down on the dance floor.
And a-rolling the dice and spinning [G] the [D] wheel.
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_ [D] But he took most delight [G] in the [D]
slipjigs and reels.
_ _ In the slipjigs and reels. _ _ _ _ _
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Thank you very much, thank you! _ _ _ _ _