Doc Watson - St james hospital

^AmEarly one ^Gmorning at the St. ^E7James ^AmHospital ^AmEarly one ^Gmorning morn in the ^E7month of May When I ^Amlooked through the ^Gwindow and a'^E7spied a dear ^Amcowboy ^AmA dear ^Dmcowboy as ^E7cold as the ^Amclay

^AmSet ye down ^Gby me and ^E7hear my sad ^Amstory ^AmSet ye down ^Gby me and ^E7sing me a song For my ^Ampoor head is ^Gaching and my ^E7sad heart is ^Ambreaking ^AmI'm a poor ^Dmcowboy that ^E7knowed he done ^Amwrong

^AmSend for that ^Gdoctor to come n'^E7heal up ^Ammy body ^AmAnd send for the ^Gpreacher to come and ^E7pray for my soul For my ^Ampoor head is ^Gaching and my s^E7ad heart is ^Ambreaking ^AmI'm a ^Dmpoor cowboy and ^E7hell is my ^Amdoom

^AmGet sixteen pretty ^Gmaidens to come and ^E7carry my ^Amcoffin ^AmSixteen pretty ^Gmaidens to come and ^E7sing me a song And ^Amtell 'em to ^Gbring some o'them ^E7sweet smelling ^Amroses ^AmSo they can't ^Dmsmell me as they ^E7tote me al^Among

^AmBeat the drums ^Gslowly and ^E7play the fife ^Amlowly ^AmPlay the death ^Gmarch as ye ^E7carry me along Throw ^Ambunches of ^Glilies all ^E7over my ^Amcoffin ^AmThare goes a poor ^Dmcowboy that ^E7knowed he done ^Amwrong.