Otto Wood The Bandit Chords by The Carolina Buddies

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_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ If a buddy doesn't listen to my [F#] song, I'll sing it to you [E] right, but you [C#] might think it's wrong.
It's all about a man named Art [Fm] Colwood, I can't tell you all, but I [C#] wish I could.
He walked in the pawn shop rainy day, [F#] and with the clerk [G#m] he had a [C#] quarrel to say.
He pulled out [G#m] his gun and he struck [Fm] him a blow, and this is the way the [C#] story goes.
They spread the news as fast as they [F#] could, the sheriff's heard of one on [Fm] Art Colwood.
The jury said murder in the second degree, then the jury [G#] sent the senator to the [C#] penitentiary.
_ Art Colwood, why didn't you [F#] run?
Art Colwood's undead [C#] and gone.
[D#] Art Colwood, [C#] why didn't you [G#] run?
When the sheriff pulled out his 44 [C#] gun.
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[Fm] They put him in the pen, but it done no [F#] good, he wouldn't hold a man to [E] call [Fm] Art Colwood.
[C#] It wasn't very long till he slipped [Fm] outside, dropped his gun on the guard and said, save me [C#] for a ride.
Second time they caught him was the way out [F#] west, in the hold'em [E] game he got [C#] shot through the breast.
They brought him back and when he [Fm] got well, they locked him [G#] down in a [C#] dungeon cell.
_ He was a man that you could not run, [F#] he always carried a [C#] 44 gun.
He loved the [A#m] women and he hated the [Fm] law, and he just wouldn't take [C#] nobody's job.
Art Colwood, why didn't you [F#] run?
Art Colwood's [C#] undead and gone.
Art Colwood, [A#m] why didn't [G#] you run?
When the sheriff pulled out his 44 [C#]
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[G#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ He rambled out west and he rambled all [F#] around, he met some jurors in [C#] a southern town.
And the jurors said, Art, don't [G] step in the [G#] way, cause I've been expecting you [C#] every day.
He pulled out [A#m] his gun and then he [F#] said, he'd make a crooked move, you'll blow up [C#] all day.
Crank up your car and take me out of [G#] town, and a few minutes [C] later he was [C#] graveyard bound.
_ Art Colwood, why didn't [F#] you run?
Art Colwood's [A#m] undead and gone.
Art Colwood, why didn't you run?
When the [G#] sheriff pulled out his [C#] 44 gun.
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