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Capo 2nd Fret
Intro Am G Dm F
Am G
1.In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery
Dm F
Where rivers run and disappear And the Mustang still lives free
Am G
By the Devil’s wash and the coyote hole In the wild Owyee Range
Dm F
Am
Somewhere in the sage tonight The wind calls out his name Aye Aye Aye
G
2.Come gather round me buckaroos And a story I will tell
Dm Am
‘Bout the fugitive Claude Dallas Who just broke out of jail
G
You might think this tale is history From before the West was won
Dm Am
But the events that I’ll describe took place in 1981
G
3. He was born out in Virginia Left home when school was through
Dm Am
In the deserts of Nevada He became a buckaroo
G
He learned the ways of cattle He learned to sit a horse
Dm Am
And he always packed a pistol And he practiced deadly force
Chorus 1
C G
Then Claude he became a trapper He dreamed of the bygone days
Dm F
He studied bobcat logic In the wild and silent ways
C G
In the bloody runs near paradise In the monitors down south
Dm F
Am
Trapping cats and coyotes Living hand and mouth Aye Aye Aye
4. Then Claude took to living all alone Out many miles from town
A friend Jim Stevens brought supplies And he stayed to hang around
That day two wardens Pogue and Elms Drove in to check Claude out
They were seeking violations And to see what Claude’s about
5. 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
Chorus 2
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
6. 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 man’s got a right to hang some meat When he’s livin’ this far from town”
7. 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
Chorus 3
There’s two sides to this story There may be no right or wrong
There may be no right or wrong The lawmen and the renegade
Have graced a thousand songs So the story is an old one
Conclusion’s 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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