The Sons Of Katie Elder

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From the four winds we have come, Katie Elder,
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Four brothers on the run Katie Elder.
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All your little ones have grown and we've reaped what we have sown,
Yes, we've reaped what we have sown, Katie Elder.
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Oh, the wind blows like the devil when it blows,
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And the boy grows up and like the wind he goes.
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So, mothers, teach your sons to not live by a gun,
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder,
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder.
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I think you'd understand, Katie Elder,
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That a man is just a man, Katie Elder.
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They're bound to cut him down, if he doesn't stand his ground,
But they haven't cut us down yet, Katie Elder.
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Oh, the wind blows like the devil when it blows,
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And the boy grows up and like the wind he goes.
     A                   F       A             F
So, mothers, teach your sons to not live by a gun,
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder,
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder.
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We'll try to make it right, Katie Elder,
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No more hidin' in the night, Katie Elder.
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I vow it on your grave by all the things we never gave,
And mistakes that we all made, Katie Elder.
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Oh, the wind blows like the devil when it blows,
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And the boy grows up and like the wind he goes.
     A                   F       A             F
So, mothers, teach your sons to not live by a gun,
        A                 E             A
And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder,  X2