The Highwayman chords by John Otway
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Intro 1
(D major) (C major) (D major) (F major) (G major) (F major) (D major) (C major) (D major) (F major)
(G major) (F major) (D major)
Verse 1
The (D major) Wind
Was was a torrent of dark (G major) ness
Among the gusty trees (D major)
The moon was a ghostly galleon
(G major) Tossed upon cloudy seas
(D major) The road (C major) was a rhythm of moonlight
(D major) over (C major) the purple moon (D major)
On a (F major) highway, man, I come a (G major) -ridin',
ridin' up (F major) to the (G major) old inn door (D major)
Over the cobbles,
he clatter (G major) s
and crashes into the dark inn yard (D major)
He taps with his whip on the shut (G major) ters,
but all is locked and barred (D major)
He whistles a tune to the window,
(G major) and who should be waiting there? (D major)
(C major) Be st, the landlord's daughter (D major) ,
the (C major) landlord's black -eyed daugh (B flat major) ter
Clap (F major) ping a (D major) dark red love (G major) -knot
into (F major) her long (G major) black hair (D major) (F major) (G major) (F major) (D major)
(F major) (G major) (F major)
(D major) One kiss, my bunny sweetheart,
(G major) I'm after a prize tonight
(D major) I'll be back with a yel (G major) low gold
before the morning light
But (D major) (C major) if they press me sharply
(D major) and carry (C major) me through the day
(D major) I'll (F major) come to thee by (G major) moonlight,
your hell (F major) should bob (G major) away (D major)
Out were the tawny sunset, (G major)
over the fertile moor (D major)
King George's men came march (G major) ing,
marching up to the holding door (D major)
They grabbed the landlord's daughter
(G major) and bound her to the foot of the bed (D major)
Two (C major) of them knelt at her case (D major) ment
with muskets (C major) at their side (B flat major)
Our (F major) best could see through her win (G major) dow,
the roll (F major) s out of here (G major)
would arise. (D major) (F major) (G major) (F major) (D major)
Well, they bound her up to attention
(G major) With many a sniggering jest (D major)
They bound a musket beside her (G major)
With a muzzle at her breast (D major)
Now (C major) Keith did watch and they kissed (D major) her
She (C major) heard her dead man say
(D major) He said, watch (F major) for me by the moon (G major) light
For hell (F major) shall bar (G major) the way (D major)
She wretched her hands behind her
But all her knots held good
She wretched her hands till her fingers
Were wet with sweat or blood
She wretched and she
writhed in the moonlight
And the hours crawled by like years
Till (C major) now on the stroke of midnight,
(D major) told (C major) on the stroke of midnight, (B flat major)
the tip (F major) of one finger (D major) touched (G major) it,
the trig (F major) ger at least (G major) was (D major) heard. (C major) (D major)
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Trot -lot in the frosty silence
(G major) Trot -lot in the echoing night (D major)
Nearer, he came an (G major) d nearer,
her face was like a knight, (D major)
her eyes (C major) grew wide for a mo (D major) ment,
she (C major) took one last deep breath, (D major)
when her finger moved in the moonlight,
(C major) her (F major) musket shattered the moonlight,
shattered (G major) her breasts in the moonlight,
and warned him with (D major) her death.
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(C major) (D major) (C major) (D major) (G major) (D major) (D major)
He turned, he spurred to the west,
he did not know who stood.
Bowed with her head o 'er the musket
and drenched with her own blood.
Not till dawn he heard it,
and his face grew grey to hear,
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
the landlord's black -eyed daughter,
Had waited for her love in the moonlight
and died in the darkness there.
Back he spurted like a madman,
shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him,
and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs
in the golden noon,
wine red was his velvet coat.
When they shot him down
on the highway,
down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway,
with a bunch of lace at his throat.
The Highwayman
John Otway
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