Tonalità: C minor
Verse 1
Am
G
I knew a man from Burlington,
Am
contented with his life
G
He never stopped to ar gue,
Am
nor would he start a fight
G
Am
Rejected by his brother and his family
G
With age -suspecting treason
Am
in the first degree
G
Once upon a Sunday
Am
he stood against their view
G
And he told the congregation
Am
there was nothin' he would do
G
Defendin' cheap convictions,
Am
you'd call a cause for war
G
I beg of you, my brothers,
Am
G
Am
not to kill no more
G
Am
G
Am
G
Am
G
Oh, how the jackals gather
Am
when famine starts to land
G
Oh, how the tongues will flatter
Am
in the heads of every man
G
They burned and broke down all his crops,
Am
his cattle they did slay
And they hung him from
G
a white oak tree
Am
for the birds to pray
G
Now early the next morning
Am
I went to cut him down
G
And I found him painted colors
Am
as if a circus clown
G
He's buried in the mountain,
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a hidden grave I've made
G
And I don't speak to strangers,
Am
G
I turn the other way
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