Wanted Man    (Listen to sample)

 

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    Bullet in my shoulder,     blood runnin' down my vest,

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    twenty in the posse and they're never gonna let me rest.

 

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Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun,

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but now they hunt me like a mountain cat,

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and I'm always,    always,     always       on the run.

 

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1. I killed poor Jed Brine in abad Laredo fight,

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    killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night.

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    Jed's brother's out to get me, he's comin' with a gang,

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    but I'd rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em watch me hang.

 

      D                                    G

    Bullet in my shoulder !! Blood !! runnin' down my vest!

        D                                                A

    Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest ! + CHORUS

 

                      D                      G                            A                      D

2 .She had spangles on her red dress, she had laughter in her voice.

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    When he tried to put his hands on her, my heart left me no choice.

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    But was she really worth it? Well, I guess I'll never know,

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    she'll be drinking someone else's rye, when I'm six feet below.

 

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    Bullet in my shoulder !! Blood !! unnin' down my vest!  

        D                                                A

    Twenty in the posse, and they're never gonna let me rest ! + CHORUS

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 +      a wanted man,      a wanted man,        on the run.

 

(capo 3rd)            (Frankie Laine)