-Josh Ritter-
-The Oak King-
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This song has four different voices going on. First you have the narrator, then 
you have the Father trying to save his dying son. Up next is the dying son. Then 
we hear The Oak King come in, tempting the boy away from life.

Em1:    x|10|9|0|0|x
Gmaj13: x|9|7|0|0|x
Em2:    x|7|5|0|0|x
Em3:    x|5|4|0|0|x
Cmaj7:  x|3|2|0|0|x

Riff:
e|-----------------------|
B|-----------------------|
G|-----------------------|
D|-----------------------|
A|----------0-2-3-2-0----|
E|--0--2--3-----------3--|

Slide Prog.: Slide to Em1...Gmaj13...Em2...Em3...Cmaj7...Riff

Em 

B7     Em        B7       Em
Who is this that rides so late
  G         D             G      D
Between the woods and the garden gate?
  B7     Em      B7    Em
A father holds a child close,
C      G       B7     Em
Barely boy and almost ghost

Em             G       C         G     (C/G)
Son why do you cry and hide your face?
   G           D           G            D
Oh Father, the Oak King is king of this place,
       Em            G           C         G     (C/G)
With a crown made of thistle and septer of reeds
C               G                  B7           Em
Son, there's no Oak King, just the wind and the trees

(Slide Prog.)

   Am7        B7      Em   
My prince, my love, I knew you'd come
    Am7      B7       C     B7
Now you must join the other ones
Am7       B7     Em
Cast your blues upon the tide
Am7       B7   C        B7
Sleep all day, play all night

   Am         Em            Am         Em
Oh father, Oh father, don't leave me I pray
    G           D               G           D
The Oak King is closer than the dawn of the day
         Am          Em       Am          Em
Than the dawn of the day, The edge of the woods
    C           G             B7          Em
The Oak King is bad and he'll take me for good

   Em            G          C          G    (C/G)
Oh son, with his palaces of silver and gold
       G             D          G           D
With a queen and his own pretty children to hold
         Em         G             C              G   (C/G)
With his own pretty children, why steal you from me?
     C         G               B7        Em
What kind of a king would ever be such a thief?

(Slide Prog.)

   Am7        B7      Em
My prince, my love, I knew you'd come
    Am7      B7       C     B7
Now you must join the other ones
Am7       B7     Em
Cast your blues upon the tide
Am7               B7       C                  B7
My daughters will hold you clear through till night

   Am         Em                Am            Em
Oh father, Oh father, scattered all along the path
    G             D               G          D
The Oak Kings own children in the dark as we pass
    Am            Em                  Am               Em
The Oak Kings own children, they sing softley and they sigh
     C             G                 B7          Em
They don't seem to care that they're blooming at night

   Em             G       C             G      (C/G)
Oh Son, who would leave a child in this place?
       G            D            G             D
To the wind and the dark and the rain on their faces
    Am            Em    Am           Em
The rain on their face, mud on their feet
     C         G                    B7          Em
What kind of a King would dress his children in leaves? 

(Slide Prog.)

   Am7        B7      Em
My prince, my love, I knew you would come
    Am7      B7       C     B7
Now you must join the other ones
   Am7        B7             Em
Oh Father, Oh Father, I must go away
    Am7      B7     C      B7
The Oak King sings, I must obey

(Slide Prog. soft)

       B7          Em            B7           Em
At the edge of the woods and the break of the day,
    G             D              G           D
The father looked down where his son used to lay,
       B7           Em         B7         Em
And in grief and in sorrow, in sorrow and grief,
         C            G               B7        Em
Wondered what kind of king could ever be such a thief?

(Slide Prog.)