Growling Old Men - Road Agents Lament Chords & Tabs

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Artist: Grownling Old Men
Song: Road Agents Lament
Album: Occupational Hazards
Tabbed by: Massa85



Am - C - G - D  x2


Am                             C
Let me tell you a story that's sad but it's true
 G                       D
About easy money and the things men will do
        Am                     C
For the gold in the river that winds below town
        G                            E        Am
They'll rob and they'll shoot a poor traveler down


       Am                          C
Oh the road agent's hands have been stained with the blood
       G                  D
Of the innocent miner who toils in the mud
         Am                          C
While he works in the placer fields, chilled to the bone
     G                            E          Am
Then shot down and robbed as he's on his way home


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        D                          Am
And the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage
       D                        Esus E
If you listen you can still the sou---nd
     Am                        C
Of a low  mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men
         G           E           Am
That the road agents left on the ground


In the spring back in '63, making my way
Through the Idaho country*, I happened to stray
Across two desperados, Bill Graves & Dutch John
And joining those outlaws is where I went wrong

We held up the mail coach to Salt Lake one day
And left two men dying as we rode away
O the murderous deeds that were wrought by the hands
Of the cut throats and thieves of the road agent band


And the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage
If you listen you can still the sound
Of a low  mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men
That the road agents left on the ground


We knew when a man and his money left town
Then we'd lighten his load before cutting him down
And with outlaws like Plummer, Stinson, and Ives
The men in the gold camps all feared for their lives


And the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage
If you listen you can still the sound
Of a low  mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men
That the road agents left on the ground


It was just after Christmas, and 20 below
When a lynch mob of miners hauled me out in the snow
They tried me right there and the verdict came down
I was hung by the neck on the North edge of town.