| Down in the Tennessee mountains
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| Away from the sins of the world
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| Old Dan Kelly’s son bowed and leaned on his gun
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| Thinkin' of Zeb Turney’s gal
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| Dan was a hot-blooded youngster
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| His dad raised him sturdy and right
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| And he had him sworn from the day that he was born
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| To shoot every Turney on sight
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| Powder and shot for the Turney
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| Don’t save a hair on their head
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| Old Dan Kelly cried as he laid down and died
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| The young Danny there by his side
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| Dan took the vow to his pappy
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| And swore he would kill everyone
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| His heart in a whirl with his love for the girl
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| He loaded up his double-barrel gun
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| Break (fiddle)
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| The moon shinin' down on the mountain
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| The moon shinin' down on the still
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| Young Dan took a fit swung his gun to his hip
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| And set out to slaughter and kill
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| Over the mountain he wondered
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| This son of a Tennessee man
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| With fire in his eye and his gun at his side
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| Lookin' for Zeb Turney’s clan
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| Break (guitar)
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| Shots ringin' out through the mountains
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| Shots ringin' out through the breeze
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| Old Dan Kelly’s son with the smoke in his gun
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| The Turneys all down on their knees
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| The story of Dan Kelly’s moonshine
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| Has spread near and far o’er the world
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| How Dan killed the clan shot 'em down to a man
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| And brought back old Zeb Turney’s gal |