The True Story of Buddy the Kid

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John Wesley Harding - Pop

The True Story of Buddy the Kid

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[Verse 1] Well, Buddy was a guitar slinger He was known to be the best And he played it with his left hand He was the fastest in the west And he was born in Lubbock, Texas In the year of '34 And he fixed his teeth up good And went to Clovis to record [Verse 2] Pat Garrett, his producer He was best friends with the Kid Until the day they argued Over how he'd be recorded "Hand over that guitar, amigo Give it to that session guy" And Buddy said, "Pat, that'll be The day that I die" [Chorus] Whoa, Buddy the Kid I'll tell you what he did Oh, Buddy the Kid [Verse 3] So Pat booked him a tour On a big old aeroplane But all Buddy wanted to do was Stay home with Marie Elaine So he rounded up his posse And the Crickets was his gang And they abandoned the whole tour And they went down south on the lam [Chorus] Whoa, Buddy the Kid This is what he did Oh, Buddy the Kid [Bridge] They holed up in the land of disenchantment for a while Till someone phoned the studio "Tell Pat we've got the Kid" Pat Garrett smiled [Verse 4] And somewhere in a grave Beyond Highway 84 Lies the body of your Buddy By his favourite record store He was shot down by his producer For being true to his own art And that is where his life ends And his legend starts [Chorus] Whoa, Buddy the Kid I'll tell you what he did Oh, Buddy the Kid Whoa, Buddy the Kid That is what he did Oh, Buddy the Kid

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  • John Wesley Harding