Topic: THE GHOST OF JACK DANIELS
THE GHOST OF JACK DANIELS rock’n’country
[A]On a cold windy night, in a [D]dark Tennessee town,
I was [E]cleaning up the bar, getting [A]ready to shut’r down.
[A]When in walked a gentleman, well [D]dressed, tall and proud,
He was [E]weathered and grey, you could [A]tell he’d been around.
[A]He said his name was Jack, that [D]he was just lookin’ around,
To [E]share some old stories, and [A]throw a few whiskies down.
[A]He hitched up to the bar, I [D]finished my last round,
As [E]He began to speak, on his [A]brow there came a frown.
[A]He told me tales, of [D]brave hearted men,
Who [E]rode the horse of justice, who [A]never came back again.
[A]He talked about old Wyatt, about [D]Frank and Jesse James,
The [E]Youngers and John Tunstill, [A]Billy Bonny and his gang.
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I [D]rode with Cole Younger, [E]in his Quantrell days.
[D]I was with young Jesse, [E]on the Northfield raid.
[D]Honour, respect and pride, are [E]hard to find these days.
There are [D]few men today, with the [E]courage …to be [A]brave.
[A]We fought against the Barons, we [D]fought the bankers to,
[E]We fought against the men, who [A]told us what to do.
[A]When you take a mans freedom, you [D]take away his life,
you [E]take away the only thing he has, that [A]keeps his soul alive.
[A]After many years of travels, of [D]bramble, wind and rain,
My [E]kind are few and scattered, and [A]numbered are our days.
[A]The last of a dying breed, are the [D]men I’ve known with pride.
[E]We stood tall together, while [A]others around us died.
[A]So one more shot bartender, [D]Old No. 7 please,
For [E]all of those behind us, who [A]left us with this creed.
[A]Now the whiskey bottle is empty, as the [D]ballads, dirges and hymns,
I’ll[E]never forget that mans face, the [A]one on the bottle looks a lot like him.
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