Harry Tracy 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 29 November 2010
2010

There was a desperado
in the wild and wooley west
who was not afraid of sheriffs
and to them he was a pest.
In battle he was a wonder,
and at shooting he was game,
Harry Tracy was the desperado's name.

Oh you Harry, Harry Tracy,
Harry Tracy,
in no common prison he would stay,
for in most of all the jails
he would find a pair of scales,
get on the scales,
that's how he got away.

In Portland he was sentenced
for to do his little bit,
when he tried on his prison suit
he nearly had a fit.
He said I must get out of here
before I get the gout,
Right then he got the measles
and broke out.

Oh you Harry, Harry Tracy,
Harry Tracy,
He liked to lick up liquor very well.
While he was doing time,
he drank whiskey, beer and wine,
The jail had bars
in front of ev'ry cell.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Harry Tracy 1911
(A Desperate Ditty)
Music by Leighton Bros.
Lyrics by Ren Shields
© 1911 by F.A.Mills  N.Y.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 29 November 2010 at 10.16
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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