Tom: D
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Eighteen-hundred & 78 was the year I remeber so well
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they put my father in an early grave and slung my mother in gaol
D A
now I don't know whats right or wrong
G D
but they hung Christ on nails
D A
6 kids at home & 2 still on the breast
G D
they wouldn't even give us bail
[Chorus]
D A
Poor Ned, you're better off dead
G D
at least you'll get some peace of mind
D
you're out on the track
A
they're right on your back
G A D
boy they're gonna hang you high )
[Verse 2]
D A
You know I wrote a letter 'bout Stringy-Bark Creek
G D
so they would understand
D A
that I might be a bushranger
G D
but I'm not a murdering man
D A
I didn't want to shoot Kennedy
G D
or that copper Lonnigan
D A
he alone could have saved his life
G D
by throwing down his gun
[Chorus]
D A
Poor Ned, you're better off dead
G D
at least you'll get some peace of mind
D
you're out on the track
A
they're right on your back
G A D
boy they're gonna hang you high )
[Verse 3]
D A
You know they took Ned Kelly
G D
& they hung him in the Melbourne gaol
D A
he fought so very bravely
G D
dressed in iron mail
D A
& no man single handed
G D
can hope to break the bars
D A
there's a thousand like Ned Kelly
G D
who'll hoist the flag of stars
[Chorus]
D A
We sing: Poor Ned, you're better off dead
G D
at least you'll get some peace of mind
D
you're out on the track
A
they're right on your back
G A D
boy they're gonna hang you high )
