{title: Long Black Veil}
{subtitle: Danny Dill and Marijohn Wilkin}


[D]Ten years ago on a cold dark night,
there was [A]someone killed ’neath the [G]town hall [D]light
There were few at the scene and they all did agree,
that the [A]man who ran looked a [G]lot like [D]me

The [D]judge said "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were [A]somewhere else then [G]you won’t have to [D]die"
I spoke not a word though it meant my life,
For I had [A]been in the arms of my [G]best friend’s [D]wife


She [G]walks these [D]hills in a [G]long black [D]veil;
she [G]visits my [D]grave where the [G]night winds [D]wail
Nobody knows, [G]nobody [D]sees,
[A]Nobody knows but [G]me[D]

The [D]scaffold is high, eternity near,
She [A]stood in the crowd and [G]shed not a [D]tear
But sometimes at night when the cold winds moan,
In a [A]long black veil she [G]cries over my [D]bones

She [G]walks these [D]hills in a [G]long black [D]veil;
she [G]visits my [D]grave where the [G]night winds [D]wail
Nobody knows, no, and [G]nobody [D]sees,
[A]nobody knows but [G]me[D]

[A]nobody knows but [G]me[D]
[A]nobody knows but [G]me[D]