Elton John

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             G                                       C                 G
Now, it was just like Frankie and Johnny and it was just like Stagger Lee
                                        C            G
Dolly Summers was a simple girl from a mid-west family
                           G7                  C                 G
With a stucco home and her own Mustang and a charge account at Sears
                                C
Well she had everything that a girl could want to live happy 
                                                              G/B         A  
                                                    for the rest of her years

But the thing that she wanted most of all
Was the thing that she had lost
To the arms of a downtown black jack hustler
By the name of Candy floss
They'd slipped town on a late night train
Heading for the west
Dolly slipped behind the wheel of her mustang
With a piece between her breast

Chorus:
           D                                            F
She put a pistol in her shoulder holster, she took her car up from Santa Fe
C                                                    G
Yesterday morning she was washing dishes, now she's hunting down a runaway
               D                                F
Don't judge a man by a misdemeanor, you may be sorry when his light goes out
                C
Don't put that pistol in your shoulder holster, 
                                       G/B          Gm/A#              Am
                             you can never, never tell if the Law's about

If it seemed just like a movie
Or a night of bad TV
They should have had a picture of Dolly's face
As she drove across the country
With daggers drawn for her fallen man
An venom in her heart
It was nearly dawn when she caught them up
Making out in a picnic park
But the thing that shook her rigid
As she fumbled for her gun
Was the state of the man that she'd married once
And thought of as the only one
And as she looked back on the chances
That she'd passed up at home
Well, she quietly dumped pistol in a ditch
And she headed home alone

chorus

         C                               G
You can never, never tell if the Law's about  (x8)