Misc Traditional – The Ghost Of Jim Lane (Guitar)

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Come and I’ll tell you a stor--y,

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It won’t take long to tell.

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It happened the year I was ridin’ herd,

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Back on the old B and L.

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The boys I guess are still talk--in’,

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A--bout that fateful night.

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That the ghost of Jim Lane got to walk--in’,

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And shot out the barroom light.

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We were sittin’ around kind of mourn--ful,

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Seems Jim he had rode a--way.

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And no one a-knowed where he’d went to,

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Or just how long he would stay.

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The Sheriff had rode away after him,

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They took the old bottom trail

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And Jim was a swearin’ to heav--en,

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That they’d never keep him in jail.

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At the saloon we were sittin’ and drinkin’ when sud--den,

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The doors they swung open wide.

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And somethin’ that looked like “here--after”,

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Came slippin’ down in--side.

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“Hello boys”, Jim said kind of grin--nin’,

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“Seems it’s time I must take my leave”.

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He said, “Come with me as he sat himself down,

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And grabbed a hold of my sleeve.

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“You know son it’s cold where I’m head--ed,

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And I don’t want to go there a--lone”.

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But Jim turned away kind of sud--den

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He faded and let out a groan.

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There was a shot and the lights went out crash--in’,

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The way they tell the tale.

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That just was the time that Jim was shot through,

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Tryin’ to break out of jail

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You may think that’s the last time we saw Jim,

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But each night when the moon’s shinin’ bright.

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The ghost of Jim Lane comes a visitin’ round

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Then rides off in the silvery night.

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Now that’s the end of my stor--y,

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Though I see you doubt that it’s true.

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Well, just have me over the next moonlit night

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To spend the evening with you.

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I know you won’t be dis--ap--point--ted,

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For Jim’s is sure to come ‘round,

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When he says, “Howdy do!”, I’m certain that you,

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Won’t be--lieve he’s still in the ground!

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When he says, “Howdy do!”, I’m certain that you,

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Won’t be--lieve he’s still in the ground!