Tab by Devin Miller

Tuning: Standard EADGBe

**CAPO 7th FRET**

Am             D74
I had a lover, name was Grace

    D7                 D74
She found me down in a lonely place

Am                     D74
She dug me out with an old jar bow

      D7                 D74
She dressed me up for to take me home

    Am                  D74
She fed me words that I could not taste

      D7                    D74
For I had no tongue, it had been replaced

     Am                    D74
By a green and a-growin' flower which grew

      D7               D74               Am
And I knew if I ever spoke I would speak true

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D74     D7     D74

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Am                      D74
We lived together in an old hotel

D7                       D74  
Broke-down palace with a wishing well

    Am                       D74
The neighbour girl taught me how to spell

    D7                  D74
And how to steal what I could not sell

      Am                   D74
But I fed my tongue on the devil's rum

      D7                 D74
And a roadhouse run by a godless bum

     Am                   D74
On a drunken night with a stolen gun

  D7                   D74
I shot my lover as she made to run

    Em7              A9
The judge said "Son, what have you done?"

      Em7                       A9
But I didn't speak a word, no I didn't speak one

        C          G      D
And the judge sent me away

         C         G                D74    Am
And they buried my Grace, yeah, the very next day

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D74     D7     D74

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REST OF THE LYRICS:

They sent me out on a midnight train
In the rain rollin' down through the dusty plain
4 men sittin' with an old shotgun
silver stars pinned on everyone
They busted my mouth for to get at my tongue
To see just how this had all begun
So I opened my mouth like a dragon's breath
I only spoke truth, but it only brought death
And I laid those boys to rest
For the truth in truth is a terrible jest

For there ain't no road but the road to home
There ain't no crops but the one's you've sown
And if you learn one thing from me
You better guard your tongue like your enemy

I came to ground in a one horse town
On the western rim where the sun go down
Where a branded man might start again
For to ride his rung, for to lose his sin
But my tongue kept growing, it would not cease
I grew quite weary, couldn't get no release
So I went to the magistrate and turned myself in
Picked up a shovel and he made the grin
And they planted me by the sea
Now the birds of the air make nests on me