{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1121175,"song":"Road Agents Lament","artist":"Growling Old Men","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11249339-road-agents-lament-chords-by-growling-old-men/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1121175?type=chord","rating":4.6558,"votes":5,"content":"Song: Road Agents Lament\r\nAlbum: Occupational Hazards\r\n\r\n\r\n[ch]Am[/ch] - [ch]C[/ch] - [ch]G[/ch] - [ch]D[/ch]  x2\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                             [ch]C[/ch]\r\nLet me tell you a story that's sad but it's true[/tab]\r\n[tab] [ch]G[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]\r\nAbout easy money and the things men will do[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]Am[/ch]                     [ch]C[/ch]\r\nFor the gold in the river that winds below town[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G[/ch]                            [ch]E[/ch]        [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThey'll rob and they'll shoot a poor traveler down[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab]       [ch]Am[/ch]                          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOh the road agent's hands have been stained with the blood[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]D[/ch]\r\nOf the innocent miner who toils in the mud[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]Am[/ch]                          [ch]C[/ch]\r\nWhile he works in the placer fields, chilled to the bone[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]                            [ch]E[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThen shot down and robbed as he's on his way home[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab]        [ch]D[/ch]                          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]D[/ch]                        [ch]Esus[/ch] [ch]E[/ch]\r\nIf you listen you can still the sou---nd[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]Am[/ch]                        [ch]C[/ch]\r\nOf a low  mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]E[/ch]           [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThat the road agents left on the ground[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\nIn the spring back in '63, making my way\r\nThrough the Idaho country*, I happened to stray\r\nAcross two desperados, Bill Graves & Dutch John\r\nAnd joining those outlaws is where I went wrong\r\n\r\nWe held up the mail coach to Salt Lake one day\r\nAnd left two men dying as we rode away\r\nO the murderous deeds that were wrought by the hands\r\nOf the cut throats and thieves of the road agent band\r\n\r\n\r\nAnd the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage\r\nIf you listen you can still the sound\r\nOf a low  mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men\r\nThat the road agents left on the ground\r\n\r\n\r\nWe knew when a man and his money left town\r\nThen we'd lighten his load before cutting him down\r\nAnd with outlaws like Plummer, Stinson, and Ives\r\nThe men in the gold camps all feared for their lives\r\n\r\n\r\nAnd the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage\r\nIf you listen you can still the sound\r\nOf a low  mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men\r\nThat the road agents left on the ground\r\n\r\n\r\nIt was just after Christmas, and 20 below\r\nWhen a lynch mob of miners hauled me out in the snow\r\nThey tried me right there and the verdict came down\r\nI was hung by the neck on the North edge of town.","plain_text":"Song: Road Agents Lament\nAlbum: Occupational Hazards\n\n\nAm - C - G - D  x2\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nIn the spring back in '63, making my way\nThrough the Idaho country*, I happened to stray\nAcross two desperados, Bill Graves & Dutch John\nAnd joining those outlaws is where I went wrong\n\nWe held up the mail coach to Salt Lake one day\nAnd left two men dying as we rode away\nO the murderous deeds that were wrought by the hands\nOf the cut throats and thieves of the road agent band\n\n\nAnd the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage\nIf you listen you can still the sound\nOf a low  mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men\nThat the road agents left on the ground\n\n\nWe knew when a man and his money left town\nThen we'd lighten his load before cutting him down\nAnd with outlaws like Plummer, Stinson, and Ives\nThe men in the gold camps all feared for their lives\n\n\nAnd the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage\nIf you listen you can still the sound\nOf a low  mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men\nThat the road agents left on the ground\n\n\nIt was just after Christmas, and 20 below\nWhen a lynch mob of miners hauled me out in the snow\nThey tried me right there and the verdict came down\nI was hung by the neck on the North edge of town.","chords":["Am","C","G","D","E","Esus"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}