Swing Low

Em
March him up the mountain, rifle in 
his back
       Am                        
To the gallows yonder just beyond 
     Em
the track
   B7                 Am           
To pay for what could not be taken 
Em
back

    Em
The town had come and gathered, but 
no eye dare unclose
        Am                         
For the shame and guilt were worn 
            Em
on them like heavy, heavy clothes
B7                   Am           
Dressed in black but whiter than a
 Em
 ghost

      G          D
Swing low, sweet lord
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               C            Em
Cause no one's listenin' no more
    G          D
Let go or pull toward
                    C              
But if you don't do anything, swing
 Em
 low
G     Em    G   Em
Swing low

Em
Mud filled up the river, dust filled
 up the sky
    Am                             
And rage filled up the mother when 
     Em
they covered up his eyes
  B7           Am               
A sacrifice to cover what still 
Em
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              
But if you don't do anything, swing
 Em
 low
G     Em   G      Em  G     Em
Swing low, swing low, swing low