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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] Am - Am - Am - Am [Verse 1]
AmI lived the life of a Fsporting Amgent, Amthe gaming tables Gand the Amfights AmBut when the toppers Fwere abAmroad Amin blone’s twigs did I Gtake to Amflight
[Verse 2]
AmBut when I saw a Fripe young Amfop, Amwell budged with a Glill to Amtease AmI picked his suck, a Fkittle Amjob Amand then off easy Gas you Amplease.
[Chorus]
CAnd though I’ll Emhang from the gallows Amtree, Cthe sporting Emlife was the life for Amme
[Verse 3]
AmIn Durham I fixed a Fwealthy Amgent Amand 'fore long touched him Gof his Amscrieve AmThe neatest snib I Fever Ampulled, Am"Good day," says I and Gtook my Amleave.
[Verse 4]
AmAt Wickham Fayre my Fluck rang Amsoft AmI fleeced a gent who Gpulled a Ampop, Am"Surrender sir," says Fhe to Amme, Am"or damn your eyes you’re Gfor the Amdrop."
[Chorus]
CAnd now I’m Emsure for the gallows Amtree, Cthe sporting Emlife was the life for Amme
[Instrumental] Am - F Am - Am - G Am - Am - F Am - Am - G Am [Chorus]
CAnd now I’m Emsure for the gallows Amtree, Cthe sporting Emlife was the life for Amme
[Verse 5]
AmI thrust my hand inFto my Amsuck, Amdrew my pop and Gcut him Amdown AmAnd now I’ll lead a Fmerry Amchase Amfor Jack Ketch and his Gkeen blood Amhounds
[Chorus]
CAnd though I’m sEmure for the gallows Amtree, Cthe sporting Emlife is the life for Amme C - Em - Am - Am C - Em - Am - Am Am