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Claude Dallas Ian Tyson
Capo 2nd Fret
Intro: Am G Dm F
[Am]In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery(G)
Where rivers(Dm)run & disappear the mustang still lives free(F)
By the Devils(Am)wash and the coyote hole, in the wild Owyee range(G)
Somewhere in the(Dm)sage tonight, The wind calls out his name (F) Aye Aye Aye (Am)
Come gather round me buckaroos, and a story I will tell(G)
Bout the fugitive(Dm)Claude Dallas, who just broke out of jail(Am)
You might think this tale is history, from before the West was won(G)
But the events(Dm)that I'll describe took place in 1981(Am)
He was born out in Virginia, left home when school was through(G)
In the deserts(Dm)of Nevada, he became a bucka(Am)roo
He learned the ways of cattle, he learned to sit a horse(G)
And he always(Dm)packed a pistol,& he practiced deadly force(Am)
Then Claude(C) he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days(G)
He studied(Dm)bobcat logic, in the wild and silent(F)ways
In the bloody(C)runs near paradise, in the monitors down south(G)
Trapping cats(Dm)and coyotes, living hand and mouth(F)Aye Aye Aye(Am)
Then Claude took to living all alone, out many miles from town(G)
A friend(Dm)Jim Stevens brought supplies, and he stayed to hang (Am)around
That day two wardens Pogue and Elms, drove in to check Claude out(G)
They were(Dm,)seeking violations, and to see what Claude's
(Am) about
Now Claude he had hung some venison, he had a bobcat pelt or two
Pogue claimed they were out of season, he says, Dallas you're all through
But Dallas would not leave his camp, he refused to go to town
As the wind howled through the bull camp, they stared each other down
It's hard to say what happened next, perhaps we'll never know
They were going to take Claude into jail, and he'd vowed he'd never go
Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he turned around
Bill Pogue was fallin backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down Aye Aye Aye
Jim Stevens walked on over, there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand
It's hard to say who'd drawn his first But Claude had made his stand
Claude said, I'm justified Jim, they were going to cut me down
A mans got a right to hang some meat, when he's livin this far from town
It took 18 men and 15 months, to finally run Claude down
In the sage outside paradise, they drove him to the ground
Convicted up in Idaho, manslaughter by decree
Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free
There's two sides to this story, there may be no right or wrong
The lawmen and the renegade, have graced a thousand songs
The story is an old one, conclusions hard to draw
But Claude's out in the sage tonight, he may be the last outlaw Aye Aye Aye
Repeat 1st verse
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