Tabbed by: Massa85 A5 - C5 - G5 - D5 x2 A5 C5 Let me tell you a story that's sad but it's true G5 D5 About easy money and the things men will do A5 C5 For the gold in the river that winds below town G5 E5 A5 They'll rob and they'll shoot a poor traveler down A5 C5 Oh the road agent's hands have been stained with the blood G5 D5 Of the innocent miner who toils in the mud A5 C5 While he works in the placer fields, chilled to the bone G5 E5 A5 Then shot down and robbed as he's on his way home D5 A5 And the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage D5 E5 E5 If you listen you can still the sou---nd A5 C5 Of a low mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men G5 E5 A5 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.
