Billy Gray chords by Robert Earl Keen

Intro

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Verse: 1
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Billy Gray rode in to Gantry, back in eighty-three
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There he did meet young Sarah McCray
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That wild rose of morning, that pale flower dawning,
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Herald of springtime in his young life that day.

Verse: 2
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Sarah she could not see the daylight of reality,
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  In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw.
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Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun,
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Wanted in Kansas City by the law.

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Verse: 3
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Then one day a tall man, came riding 'cross the bad lands,
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That lie to the north of New Mexico.
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He was overheard to say he was lookin' for Billy Grey,
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  A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw.

Verse: 4
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The deadly news came creeping, while Billy lie sleeping,
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There in the Claredon Bar and Hotel.
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He fled toward the old church, there on the outskirts,
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Thinking he'd climb that old steeple bell.
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A rifle ball came flying, face down he lay dying,
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There in the dust of the road where he fell.
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Sarah she ran to him, cursing the lawman,
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Accepting no reason, just knowing he was killed.

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Verse: 5
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Sarah lives in that same old white frame house
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Where she first met Billy some forty years ago.
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The wild rose of morning has faded with the dawning
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Of each day of sorrow the long years had sown.
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Written on a stone where the dusty winds had long blown,
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Eighteen words to a passing world say:
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"True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason,
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Justice is cold as the Grainger county clay."

Outro:
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Yes, True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason,
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Justice is cold as the Grainger county clay.