F Am I am a crooked man F Am And I've walked a crooked mile Em G Night, the shameless widow Am G Em Dm Doffed her weeds, in a pile Em F G The stars all winked at me Em F G They shamed a child F G Your funeral, my trial F Am One thousand Marys lured me F Am Into gulleys damp with clover Em G Bird with crooked wing cast Am G Em Dm Its wicked shadow over Em F G A bauble moon did mock Em F G And trinket stars did smile F G Your funeral, my trial Here I am, little lamb, Let all the bells in whoredom ring All the crooked bitches that she was Mongers of pain Saw the moon Become a fang Your funeral, my trial