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Intro: (solo fiddle implies C#m) E / / / / / / / / Verse 1: E A When Liberty Valance rode to town G#m C#m A B The womenfolk would hide, they'd hide E A When Liberty Valance walked around G#m C#m The men would step aside Chorus 1: G#m D#m 'Cause the point of a gun was the only law G#m A B That Liberty understood E G#m C#m When it came to shooting straight and fast A (N.C.) (1: E 2: C#m, to bridge) He was mighty good Verse 2: From out of the East a stranger came A law book in his hand, a man The kind of a man the West would need To tame a troubled land repeat chorus 1 Bridge 1: C#m G#m C#m Many a man would face his gun G#m A B And many a man would fall E G#m C#m The man who shot Liberty Valance E G#m C#m He shot Liberty Valance A (N.C.) (E) He was the bravest of them all E C#m A E / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / Verse 3: The love of a girl can make a man stay on When he should go, stay on Just trying to build a peaceful life Where love is free to grow Chorus 3: But the point of a gun was the only law That Liberty understood When the final showdown came to pass E C7 A law book was no good key change to F Verse 4: F Bb Alone and afraid, she prayed that he'd Am Dm Bb C Return that fateful night, oh that night F Bb When nothing she said could keep her man Am Dm From going out to fight Chorus 4: Am Em From the moment a girl gets to be full grown Am Bb C The very first thing she learns F Am Dm When two men go out to face each other Bb (N.C.) Dm Only one returns Bridge 2: Dm Am Dm Everyone heard two shots ring out Am Bb C The shot made Liberty fall F Am Dm The man who shot Liberty Valance F Am Dm He shot Liberty Valance Bb (N.C.) (Dm) He was the bravest of them all Dm C / / / / / / / / Coda: F Am Dm The man who shot Liberty Valance F Am Dm He shot Liberty Valance Bb (N.C.) Dm He was the bravest of them all (solo fiddle Dm and drums to fade)
Written by Burt Bacharach / Hal David
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