White Mansions The Old Clay County
[Intro]
A D A X 2
A D A D E
A D A
We lost the war a year ago and the times been mighty bad.
E
The food is short and the stocks are low and the people are down right sad.
A D A
A young man's hopes are dashed to hell and it's hard to earn a dime
E A A D A (X 2)
Between kickin your heels and plowin your fields and prayin for a better time.
A D A
Well Jessie said in his quite way, boys I got us a plan.
E
I've been thinkin it out for many a days I'll explain the best I can.
A D A
How'd yall like to rob a bank its for the north of gold
E A A D A (X 2)
We can make the hit and live a little bit instead of just growin old.
D A
Well its down I Old Clay County in a town called Liberty.
D A
Theys nine men on the outside and walkin around just free
D A
Cole you take the teller, Frank you fill the wheat sack
They'll open that vault when they see my colt
E A A D A (X 2)
We'll take the bonds and the sweet green backs.
[Instrumental]
A D A A E A D A A E A A D E
A D A
The frost lay heavy on the ground and the people bit us good day
` E
No sooner were we in that town we were done and rode away.
A D A
All went well except one thing and it drove me and Frank just mad
E A A D A ( X 2)
Clemans shot a man that got to close but ol Clemans just plain bad.
D A
Well see it was just plain easy cause we got a will to win.
D A
We all got damn good alibis cause we all got loyal kin
D A
75 thousand dollars well hell lets go get us some more.
E A A D A (X 2)
Cause robbin these banks beats fightin these Yanks and evens up the score.