Ned Kelly Was Born In A Ramshackle Hut

Intro: G G [Verso 1] Ned Kelly was born in a ramshackle hut, D7 He battled since he was a kid, C G E He grew up with robbers and duffers and thieves A D7 G D7 And learnt all the things that they did. [Verso 2] G Young Kelly’d ride in, from the back-country hills, D7 then ride into town like a lord, C G E He stole all the cockies' best horses, and then A D7 G D7 took them back for the reward. [Verso 3] G At sixteen young Ned was a wild, reckless lad, D7 Robbed coaches and trains without fear, C G E till one day they caught him red handed, and then, A D7 G D7 sent put him in jail for a year. [Refrão] C G Poor Ned, you're better off dead C D7 At least you'll get some peace of mind C You're out on the track G Em Em They're right on your back G D7 G Boy they're 'gonna hang you high [Verso 4] G Now when he came out, he was bitter and hard, D7 Worse than he ever had been, C G E He robbed and he plundered, became a tough guy, A D7 G D7 The toughest Australia had seen. [Verso 5] G He shot down the troopers who came on his trail D7 and laughed at the price on his head, C G E Ten thousand pounds for the whole of the gang A D7 G D7 And NEARLY two thousand for Ned. [Verso 6] G The bank at Jerilderie next caught his eye, D7 This job brought him lots of renown, C G E He wasn't contented to hold up the bank, A D7 G D7 he held up the whole bloody town. [Verso 7] G Then Down at Glenrowan they held up the pub, D7 They were having a drink and a song, C G E The troopers rode up and surrounded the place, A D7 G D7 The Kelly’s had waited too long. [Refrão] C G Poor Ned, you're better off dead C D7 At least you'll get some peace of mind C You're out on the track G Em They're right on your back G D7 G Boy they're 'gonna hang you high [Verso 8] G Now Ned came out shooting, a gun in each hand, D7 he was wearing his armour of steel, C G E twelve times he was wounded; before he fell down, A D7 G D7 Never more would he plunder or steal. [Verso 9] G They took him to Melbourne, and nursed him to health D7 The Judge said, ' You're guilty! ' to Ned, C G E A rope from a rafter, the sun in the east, A D7 G D7 And the famous Ned Kelly was dead. G Some say he's a hero who gave to the poor, D7 Whilst others ' A killer ! ' they say, C G E But to me It just proves the old saying is true, A D7 G D7 The saying that 'Crime does not pay.' G But when I look round at some people I know, D7 And the prices of things that we buy, C G E I think to myself, ' Well, perhaps after all, A D7 G Poor old Ned wasn't such a bad guy.