Chris Guenther - Sam Bass Sam Joel And I Chords

[Intro]
 
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[Verse 1]
 
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Sam, Joel, and I; Five hundred cattle
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Headin' north along the western trail
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If the markets low by the time we've reached dodge city
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We'll drive east to make a better sale
 
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I know it's theft to take the extra money
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We could call it a commission on our wage
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It'll pencil out to eight-thousand dollars
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Better yet, let's split it all three ways
 
[Verse 2]
 
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Sam, Joel, and I; Eight-thousand dollars
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Gamble in Nebraska for a while
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Then we'll raise a little hell in Deadwood city
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When we get up there, we'll live it up in style
 
Em            G                D
It's hard not spending all the money
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On the women or at the table playing cards
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My cuts out but what's left in the kitty
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Paying off our debts can't be this hard
 
[Verse 3]
 
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Sam, Joel, and I are stage coach robbers
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If we get this down, we might knock off a train
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Then we'll be flush with gold and silver dollars
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And from Texas to Nebraska will know our names
 
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It's funny we started out so petty
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It's too damn late to ever change our ways
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At first it was only for the money
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Now it's for the thrill of the getaway
 
[Verse 4]
 
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Sam, Joel, and I in a gunfight battle
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It's a hard life when the law is on your trail
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But I'd rather die free than hanging from the gallows
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Or be left to rot inside some county jail
 
       Em           G          D
When I die, you can bury me in Texas
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We'll be lucky if they ever mark our graves
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That's the price we all pay being outlaws
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Think it's time we went our seperate ways
 
[Outro]
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Sam, Joel, and I
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Sam, Joel, and I