Road Agents Lament Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

Am - C - G - D x2

AmLet me tell you a story that's Csad but it's true

 AGbout easy money and the Dthings men will do

 For the Amgold in the river that Cwinds below town

 They'll Grob and they'll shoot a poor Etraveler Amdown

 Oh the Amroad agent's hands have beenC stained with the blood

 Of the Ginnocent miner who Dtoils in the mud

 While he Amworks in the placer fields, Cchilled to the bone

 Then Gshot down and robbed as he's Eon his way Amhome

 And the Dwind whispers softly as it Ammoves through the sage

 If you Dlisten you can still the Esus4sou---End

 Of a Amlow mournful murmur, the Cghosts of the men

 That the Groad agents Eleft on the Amground

In the spring back in '63, making my way

Through the Idaho country*, I happened to stray

Across two desperados, Bill Graves & Dutch John

And joining those outlaws is where I went wrong

We held up the mail coach to Salt Lake one day

And left two men dying as we rode away

O the murderous deeds that were wrought by the hands

Of the cut throats and thieves of the road agent band

And the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage

If you listen you can still the sound

Of a low mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men

That the road agents left on the ground

We knew when a man and his money left town

Then we'd lighten his load before cutting him down

And with outlaws like Plummer, Stinson, and Ives

The men in the gold camps all feared for their lives

And the wind whispers softly as it moves through the sage

If you listen you can still the sound

Of a low mournful murmur, the ghosts of the men

That the road agents left on the ground

It was just after Christmas, and 20 below

When a lynch mob of miners hauled me out in the snow

They tried me right there and the verdict came down

I was hung by the neck on the North edge of town.