Deadwood, South Dakota chords by Ryan Kelly

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  • F#sus4

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  • Cdim

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  • Asus4

Intro 1
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["Pomp Circumstance"]
Verse 1
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Well, the good times scratch the laugh
From the lungs of the young men
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At a Deadwood saloon,
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South Dakota afternoon
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The old ones by the door
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with their heads to their chests
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They told lies about whiskey
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on a woman's breath
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Yes, and some tell the story
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of young Nicky Free
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Lost an eye to a buck deer
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in the Tongue River Valley
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Oh, and some tell the story
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of California joy
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Who sent word through the Black Hills
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there was a mountain of gold
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And the gold she laid cold
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in their pockets
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And the sun she sets down on the trees
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They thank the Lord
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for the land that they live in
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Where the white man does
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as he pleases
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Some flat shoe fool from the
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east comes a -runnin'
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And some news that he'd read
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in some St. Joseph paper
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And it was drinks all around,
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and the news he was telling
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Was the one they'd called crazy,
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been caught and been dealt with
And the Easterner,
he read the news from the paper
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And the old ones gathered closer
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so as they could hear better
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Well it says here the
crazy horse was killed
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while trying to escape
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It was sometime last September
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and it don't give the
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exact date
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And the gold she laid cold in their pockets
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And the sun she sets down on the trees
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They thank the Lord
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for the land that they live in
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Where the white man does
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as he pleases
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Where the white man does as he pleases
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And the talk turned back
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to whiskey an d women
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Cold nights on the plains,
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Lord, and fighting
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The Easterner says he'll have
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one more before he goes.
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He gives the paper to the crow boy,
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He sweeps up the floor.
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And the gold's still way cold
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in their pockets,
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And the sun still sets down on the tree.
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They thank the Lord
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for the land that they live in
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Where the white man does
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as he pleases
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Where the white man does as he pleases
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Where the white man does as he pleases
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As he wants to,
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as he pleases
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