BmC
Some punk with a shotgun killed - young Danny Bailey -
BmC
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel.
BmC
Killed him in anger. A force he couldn't handle -
Em7Fmaj7
helped pull the trigger that cut short his life.
AmA#maj7
And there's - not many knew him the way that we did.
AmA#maj7
Sure enough he was a wild one, but then aren't most hungry kids?
AmGFEm
Oh - ohhh...
Refrão:
DFGBmEmGAD
Now it's all over Danny Bailey - and the harvest is in.
CG/BGm/A#D/AC/GGD
Dillinger's dead. Oh - oh - oh I guess the cops won again.
FGBmEmGAD
Now it's all over Danny Bailey - and the harvest is in.
BmC
We're running short of heroes - back up here in the hills.
BmC
Without Danny Bailey we're gonna have to - break up our stills.
BmC
So mark his grave well - `cause Kentucky loved him.
Em7Fmaj7
Born and raised a proper, I guess - life just bugged him.
AmA#maj7
And he - found faith in danger, a lifestyle he lived by.
AmA#maj7A running gun youngster in a sad restless age.
AmGFEm
Oh - ohhh...
EmGADAD7GGmDAD
- and the harvest is in. Ah-ah-ah. Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah - Ahh.
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