Richard Thompson OBE (born 3 April 1949, Notting Hill, London) is a British singer/songwriter and guitarist. Highly regarded for his guitar techniques, Thompson was awarded the Orville H. Gibson award for best acoustic guitar player in 1991. Similarly, his songwriting has earned him an Ivor Novello Award and, in 2006, a lifetime achievement award from BBC Radio. Thompson made his debut as a recording artist as a member of Fairport Convention in September 1967.
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A Oh Shane and Dixie, they were two-bit crooks They wanted to be famous like you read in books E Shane had the brain and Dixie had the looks for glory A As a bank robber Shane really was no use He'd end up likely at the end of the noose E Which was fine by Shane if the papers could use the story
Chorus: DAE Fame and love, fame and love, fame and love will never die DAE Fame and love, fame and love, fame and love will never die A Never die, never die
Well Shane says to Dixie "We're getting nowhere I've a fine idea if you love me, swear We'll be household names if we only dare, forever. Here's two bullets in my old carbine One is yours and the other is mine They'll find us there at the scene of the crime together"
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F#mAF#mA Well she screams, she swears, she tears her hair F#mB7GE Saying "Shane, this time you've lost your mind"
Shane took aim with the sixteen bore Dixie lay dying down there on the floor Shane was shaken but his purpose was more inspired Shane says "Lord, what have I done But this victory is only halfway won" He put the barrel underneath his tongue and fired
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They found the bodies when the neighbours complained Shane was all over the walls like paint Dixie looked bad but her heart beat faint but surely Well they saved her life, they were just in time She turned her back on a life of crime And she married the man who came to type out her story
The News of the Screws most generously gave The money helped to pay for Shane's new grave It looked so fine till the vandals sprayed it over And time took its toll and the weeds grew high It hid Shane's grave from the curious eye Or maybe that's why we forget those lines he told us