Last Wild Mustang
CAPO 4th Fret 
C,Em,F,C Slow Melodic finger pickin' (put pinky on high E string's G in intro and also at the end)

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Well the old man just stared    Never once did he lift          His eyes to look into mine
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They were starvin' in Montana  The government tried to feed em  But they ran out of money and time
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We could take them for free      If we paid the shipping        And promised to let them go wild
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So take a good look son         This's the last mustang pony   You'll probably see in your life
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They shipped em from the prairies  But they wound up in Wisconsin       Somebody mixed up, the boxcars
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And two days without water  And they went half crazy  Before somebody figured out, where they'd gone
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And a quarantine order          At the border for six weeks     And all but this single one died
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So take a good look son         cause this's the Last Wild Mustang   You'll probably see in your life
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And the old man crouched down   And he took out a syringe       And slowly he measured the dose
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And while he gave it the shot   Never once did he stop          Talking quietly to that young horse
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And he picked up his head       And he put in his lap   And he stroked it's mane til it died
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And the old man just stared     Never once did he lift          His eyes... to look in...to mine