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[Intro]

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Everyone thinks they know the story

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Of Dick Turpin's highway glory

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But my past is far more gory

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I was no saint

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You think life is one big antic

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My profession is romantic

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Hate to be pedantic

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But it ends
[Instrumental] Am G F C F Am ( Am G F ) [Verse 1]
CAs a butcher down in Essex FI was handy with a knife AmHad a sideline as a poacher AmLed a less than honest life CThe notorious gang of Gregory FLiked my style and dedication AmThey signed me up and gave me AmA real robber's education
[Bridge]
EmWe rampaged through the Essex farms FWe stole and robbed and fought AmBut when the law came for us GI escaped and they got caught
[Chorus]
CI became a Fhighwayman AmWas daylight robbery CI was no prince Fcharming AmNothing dandy about me
[Verse 2]
CThe truth is, I was violent FAnd with my good mate, Matt King AmRobbed travellers at gunpoint AmMoney, watches, anything! CMy horse it wasn't called Black Bess FAlthough that's what you've read AmWas no romantic hero AmShot not one, but two men dead
[Bridge]
EmThe legend that surrounds me FMisses out the crucial part AmI was a ruthless killer GWith a ruthless killer's heart
[Chorus]
CWas a vicious Fhighwayman AmA source of pain and tears CWhen you hear howF my story ends AmYou won't believe your ears
[Middle 8]
EmI ran away to Yorkshire FChanged my name to John Palmer AmWas sent to prison GAfter stealing chickens from a farmer EmWrote a letter to my family FA plea it did relate AmThe postman saw the envelope GAnd here's the twist of fate EmHe had taught me how to write FSo he knew I'd lied Am"That's not John Palmer's hand

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That's Dick Turpin's!" he cried!
[Chorus]
CWas a viciouFs highwayman AmMy crimes had brought me fame CWas stitched upF by a postie AmThat's not glamourous... that's lame! CNo more stand Fand deliver AmYou'll remember this, I hope CIt's no fun hanFging with highwaymen

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When you're... hanging from a rope! C