Iiird Tyme Out - Sweet mountain rose

^GDown and old mountain road, in the ^Clong long a^Ggo, In a town where the white waters ^Emflow, A ^Gstory they tell, of the ^Cwild Rebel ^Gyell, And a girl called the ^DSweet Mountain ^GRose.

She ^Ggrew running wild, with the ^Cheart of a ^Gchild, And she ran where the wild meadows ^Emgrow. The ^Gboy of her dreams, he was ^Conly nine^Gteen, When he left her on that ^Dold mountain ^Groad.

^DYears have gone by in the ^Emwink of an eye, Since they ^Ccalled him to war and he ^Gchose, ^GTo be one of the brave, in the ^Cloud cannon^Gade, Far away from his ^DSweet Mountain ^GRose.

^GAnd as he marched away, well you ^Cknow what they ^Gsay, The heart of a woman, it ^Emknows. ^GHe would never return, to the ^Cfire she would ^Gburn, When he left that ^Dold mountain ^Groad.

^DYears have gone by, in the ^Emwink of an eye, Since they ^Ccalled him to war and he ^Gchose, ^GTo be one of the brave, in the ^Cloud ^Gcannonade, Far away from his ^DSweet Mountain ^GRose.

^GNow the final war was waged, as he ^Cwrote the last ^Gpage, And pinned it to his coat in the ^Emcold. ^GAnd the letter they found, on that ^Cbloody battle^Gground, Was addressed to his ^DSweet Mountain ^GRose.

^DSometimes at night, in the ^Emcold winter light, A ^Cshadow is paled as it ^Gsnows. He stands in Rebel gray, like the ^Cday he marched ^Gaway, Still searching for his ^DSweet Mountain ^GRose.

^GHe stands in Rebel gray, like the ^Cday he marched a^Gway, Still searching for his ^DSweet Mountain ^GRose.