Ned Kelly Was Born In A Ramshackle Hut chords by Tex Morton

Intro:
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Verse 1:
Ned Kelly was born in a ramshackle hut,
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He battled since he was a kid,
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He grew up with robbers and duffers and thieves
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And learnt all the things that they did.

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Young Kelly d ride in, from the back-country hills,
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then ride into town like a lord,
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He  stole all the cockies' best horses, and then
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took them back for the reward.

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At sixteen young Ned was a wild, reckless lad,
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Robbed coaches and trains without fear,
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till one day they caught him red handed, and then,
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sent put him in jail for a year.


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Poor Ned, you're better off dead
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At least you'll get some peace of mind
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You're out on the track
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They're right on your back
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Boy they're 'gonna hang you high

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Now when he came out, he was bitter and hard,
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Worse than he ever had been,
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He robbed and he plundered, became a tough guy,
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The toughest Australia had seen.

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He shot down the troopers who came on his trail
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and laughed at the price on his head,
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Ten thousand pounds for the whole of the gang
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And NEARLY two thousand for Ned.

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The bank at Jerilderie next caught his eye,
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This job brought him lots of renown,
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He wasn't contented to hold up the bank,
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he held up the whole bloody town.

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Then Down at Glenrowan they held up the pub,
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They were having a drink and a song,
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The troopers rode up and surrounded the place,
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The Kelly s had waited too long.


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Poor Ned, you're better off dead
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At least you'll get some peace of mind
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You're out on the track
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They're right on your back
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Boy they're 'gonna hang you high

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Now Ned came out shooting, a gun in each hand,
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he was wearing his armour of steel,
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twelve times he was wounded; before he fell down,
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Never more would he plunder or steal.

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They took him to Melbourne, and nursed him to health
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The Judge said, ' You're guilty! ' to Ned,
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A rope from a rafter, the sun in the east,
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And the famous Ned Kelly was dead.

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Some say he's a hero who gave to the poor,
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Whilst others ' A killer ! ' they say,
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But to me It just proves the old saying is true,
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The saying that 'Crime does not pay.'

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But when I look round at some people I know,
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And the prices of things that we buy,
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I think to myself, ' Well, perhaps after all,
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Poor old Ned wasn't such a bad guy.