Chords for Useful Jenkins- Outlaw

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_ Well, my brother was a banker, three kids and a wife.
My father was a palm lawyer, worked all day and night.
My father was a banker, did a bill late Sunday afternoon.
And off he dived beside my bride another desert morning.
I said, oh [G] no, [D] no, no, [Em] I can't go [Am] back. _ _ _ _
_ Yeah, [G] I said, oh no, [Dm] no, no, now I can't [Am] go back.
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_ _ Well, ten men rode up to the palm and shot them one by one.
They took from me my family, four bullets from a gun.
I met them at the border, Lord, now I've been on the run. _
Shot nine men that I didn't know, then shot the sheriff's son.
And [G] I said, oh no, [D] no, no, [C] I can't [Am] go back. _ _ _
_ _ Yeah, I said, [G] oh no, [Am] no, no, [Em] now I can't [Am] go back.
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_ _ _ _ _ Well, past the Rocky Mountains [A] and across the Maryland [Am] land,
rode into a ghost town, six gun in my hand.
_ Sheriff's got my double loaded, his coffin's closing _ in.
They took me to gallows and my time is run of thin.
And I said, oh [Em] no, no, no, I can't [Am] go back.
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, I said, [Em] oh no, [Am] no, no, now I can't go back. _ _ _
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Yeah, I stand under the red sky, tears are so striping.
Stamps and pieces from my face and my race is adding in.
_ _ Stereotypes, they're wrapped me in a pit, seams are bound.
One gunshot echoes through the land, but too many to ground.
And I [G] said, oh no, [D] no, no, I can't [Am] go back. _ _ _ _
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no, no, now I can't go _ back.
_ _ _ _ Can't go back.
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