Аккорды Randy Travis - Young Guns

[Intro]: Bm  D  Bm  D

[Verse 1]
          Bm                         D
There was Dirty Steve, Charlie, Dick Brewer and Doc,
Bm                   D
Chavez and Billy the Kid.
     G                         D
They all rolled together for a moment in time,
  C                        A
believin' in all that they did.
Bm                               D
Each one was different, but they all were the same,
     Bm                   D
with one common reason in mind
    G                      D
The cold hand of justice delivered to all
        C                         D
who had shot a good friend from behind
     C                         D
they shot a good friend from behind.

[Chorus]
      A                       Bm
Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger
     A                    Bm
with no way to win in the end,
A                       Bm
Some would be dyin' and some would be livin',
    G                    F#
the question remaining was when.

[Verse 2]
    Bm                    D
The battle to come wasn't theirs for the choosin',
    Bm                       D
but they knew it wouldn't be long,
     G                       D
With no way to turn back and no way to stop,
    C                       A
the anger that burned was too strong
     Bm                D
They rode into town unaware they were noticed,
     Bm                         D
with what they must do on their minds.
     G                         D
They met face to face with the ones who had killed
         C                           D
the best friend that they ever would find,
    C                           D
the best friend they ever would find

[Chorus]
      A                       Bm
Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger
     A                    Bm
with no way to win in the end,
A                       Bm
Some would be dyin' and some would be livin',
    G                    F#
the question remaining was when.

[Verse 3]
   Bm                          D
It happened so quick there was no time for thinkin,
    Bm                    D
the battle was finally at hand
    G                              D
And down through the years we have all heard the tales
        C                  A
of what happened time and again.
    Bm N.C.                     D N.C.
And sometimes the wind seems to echo the sounds
       Bm N.C                          D  N.C.
of the hoofbeats and screamin' through town,
    G  N.C.                    D  N.C.
And some people say that their ghosts can be seen
          C  N.C.                 D N.C.
when that hot desert sun's beatin down',
          C  N.C.                 D N.C.
when that hot desert sun's beatin down

[Chorus]
      A                       Bm
Young guns who were driven by hatred and anger
A                      Bm
finally had evened the score.
A                           Bm
Some were left bleedin' and some were left dyin',
    G                        F#
but some things are worth dyin' for.

[Outro]
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