Tab by Devin Miller

Tuning: Standard EADGBe

**CAPO 7th FRET**

A5             D5
I had a lover, name was Grace

    D5                 D5
She found me down in a lonely place

A5                     D5
She dug me out with an old jar bow

      D5                 D5
She dressed me up for to take me home

    A5                  D5
She fed me words that I could not taste

      D5                    D5
For I had no tongue, it had been replaced

     A5                    D5
By a green and a-growin' flower which grew

      D5               D5               A5
And I knew if I ever spoke I would speak true

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D5     D5     D5

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A5                      D5
We lived together in an old hotel

D5                       D5  
Broke-down palace with a wishing well

    A5                       D5
The neighbour girl taught me how to spell

    D5                  D5
And how to steal what I could not sell

      A5                   D5
But I fed my tongue on the devil's rum

      D5                 D5
And a roadhouse run by a godless bum

     A5                   D5
On a drunken night with a stolen gun

  D5                   D5
I shot my lover as she made to run

    E5              A5
The judge said "Son, what have you done?"

      E5                       A5
But I didn't speak a word, no I didn't speak one

        C5          G5      D5
And the judge sent me away

         C5         G5                D5    A5
And they buried my Grace, yeah, the very next day

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D5     D5     D5

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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
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