The Ballad Of Danny Bailey (1909-1934)

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BmSome punk with a shotgun killeCd young Danny Bailey

BmKilled him in cold blood, in the lobby Cof a downtown motel

BmKilled him in angeCr, a force he couldn't handle

G/EHelped pull the trigger thaFmaj7+9t cut short his life

And there's Am7+9not many knew hiBb7m the way that we did

Sure eAm7+9nough he was a wild one, but then aBb7ren't most hungry kids, oh

Am7+9Woah- Goh, Fwoah-Em oh, oh,

DNow it's all Fover GDanny BmBailey Bsus4 Bm

EAnGd tAhe haDrvest is in

CDillinG/Bger's Gm/Bbdead, D/Awoah- oh

C/GI guess Gthe G/BcopsD won a gain

Now itF's alGl overBm Danny Bsus4BaileyBm

EAnd the GharAvest is Din

We're running short of heroes back up here in the hills

Without Danny Bailey we're gonna have to break up our stills

So mark his grave well `cause Kentucky loved him

Born and raised a proper, I guess life just bugged him

And he found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by

A running gun youngster in a sad restless age

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