Em
March him up the mountain, rifle in his back
Am Em
To the gallows yonder just beyond the track
B7 Am Em
To pay for what could not be taken back
Em
The town had come and gathered, but no eye dare unclose
Am Em
For the shame and guilt were worn on them like heavy, heavy clothes
B7 Am Em
Dressed in black but whiter than a ghost
G D
Swing low, sweet lord
C Em
Cause no one's listenin' no more
G D
Let go or pull toward
C Em
But if you don't do anything, swing low
G Em G Em
Swing low
Em
Mud filled up the river, dust filled up the sky
Am Em
And rage filled up the mother when they covered up his eyes
B7 Am Em
A sacrifice to cover what still hides
Em
Am Em
B7 Am Em
G D
Swing low, sweet lord
C Em
Cause no one's listenin' no more
G D
Let go or pull toward
C Em
But if you don't do anything, swing low
G Em G Em G Em
Swing low, swing low, swing low
G Em x4