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I never will remember how that stranger came to town |F///|Gm///|
He walked in without a swagger, got a job and settled down |F///|Gm///|
The place would have seemed the same without him |F/Am/|Dm///|////|
And now I can't recall a thing about him |Bb///|F///|
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He didn't wear a poncho or a gun with a filed sight |F///|Gm///|
And he wasn't passing through like a freight-train in the night |F///|Gm///|
He rarely wore a stetson with a shadowy big brim |F///|F/Am/|Dm///|////|
And I still can't be sure if he was him |Bb///|F///|
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From Kansas to Wyoming, from Contention to Cheyenne |F///|Gm///|
His name meant less than nothing and it didn't scare a man |F///|Gm///|
So folks didn't worship him or fear him |F/Am/|Dm///|////|
And I can't remember ever going near him |Bb///|F///|
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He didn't tote a shotgun with the barrels both sawn off |F///|Gm///|
So people didn't hit the deck or dive behind a trough |F///|Gm///|
He walked the street in silence ignored on every side |F///|F/Am/|Dm///|////|
And it's doubtful if he could even ride |Bb///|F///|
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I never could remember how that stranger met his death |F///|Gm///|
He was absolutely senile, and with his dying breath |F///|Gm///|
He forgot to ask his womenfolk to kiss him |F/Am/|Dm///|////|
And afterwards |Bb///|Bb///|Bb///|Bb///|
They didn't even miss him |Bb///|F///| ||
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