D G I pulled out my Stage Coach Times and I read the latest news. A D G A7 D G G/A I tapped my feet in dumb surprise and of course I saw they knew. D G D G The Pinkertons pulled out my bags and asked me for my name. A D A D D7 G/A D D7 I stuttered out my answer and hung my head in shame. Chorus: G/A D A7 Now they've found me. At last they've found me. G D It's hard to run from a starving family. G/A D G D G G/D Now they've found me. Well I won't run. D Bm A/C# G D I'm tired of hearing "There goes a well-known gun". Now I've seen this chain gang Lord, I say let me see my priest I couldn't have faced your desert sand Old burning brown backed beast The poor house they hit me for my kin And claimed my crumbling walls Now I know how Reno felt When he ran from the law Chorus: Now they've found me At last, they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Now they've found me Well, I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun Now they've found me Lord I say at last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Lord, I say now they've found me Well, I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun Lord, I say, now they've found me At last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Now they've found me And I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A7 C# D D7 G Bm |