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Intro:
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Everyone thinks they know the story
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Of xxxx Turpin's highway glory
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But my past is far more gory
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I was no saint

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You think life is one big antic
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My profession is romantic
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Hate to be pedantic
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But it ends

Instrumental:
   Am G F
   C F Am - Am G F -

Verse 1:
C
As a butcher down in Esxxx
F
I was handy with a knife
Am
Had a sideline as a poacher
Am
Led a less than honest life
C
The notorious gang of Gregory
F
Liked my style and dedication
Am
They signed me up and gave me
Am
a real robber's education

Pre-Chorus:
Em
We rampaged through the Esxxx farms
F
We stole and robbed and fought
Am
But when the law came for us
G
I escaped and they got caught

Chorus:
C          F
I became a highwayman
Am                    Am G F
Was daylight robbery
C               F
I was no prince charming
Am                    Am G F
Nothing dandy about me

Verse 2:
C
The truth is, I was violent
F
And with my good mate, Matt King
Am
Robbed travellers at gunpoint
Am
Money, watches, anything!
C
My horse it wasn't called Black Bess
F
Although that's what you've read
Am
Was no romantic hero
Am
Shot not one, but two men dead

Pre-Chorus:
Em
The legend that surrounds me
F
Misses out the crucial part
Am
I was a ruthless killer
G
With a ruthless killer's heart

Chorus:
C             F
Was a vicious highwayman
Am                         Am G F
a source of pain and tears
C                F
When you hear how my story ends
Am                         Am G F
You won't believe your ears

Bridge:
Em
I ran away to Yorkshire
F
Changed my name to John Palmer
Am
Was sent to prison
G
After stealing chickens from a farmer
Em
Wrote a letter to my family
F
a plea it did relate
Am
The postman saw the envelope
G
And here's the twist of fate
Em
He had taught me how to write
F
So he knew I'd lied
Am
"That's not John Palmer's hand
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That's xxxx Turpin's!" he cried!

Chorus:
C           F
Was a vicious highwayman
Am                            Am G F
My crimes had brought me fame
C              F
Was stitched up by a postie
Am                                    Am G F
That's not glamourous... that's lame!
C             F
No more stand and deliver
Am                             Am G F
You'll remember this, I hope
C              F
It's no fun hanging with highwaymen
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When you're... hanging from a rope!
C
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Hannah

the first verse is “Cuz I know whats in those plastic cups” not “butts”

j0ylyn04

^ yes and also the last line they repeat “wait inside” again instead of “i guess i’ll sit outside”

NSN fan

does anyone know a strumming pattern??

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