Swing Low

	  		

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