-Josh Ritter- -The Oak King- -------------- This song has four different voices going on. First you have the narrator, then you have the Father trying to save his dying son. Up next is the dying son. Then we hear The Oak King come in, tempting the boy away from life. Em1: x|10|9|0|0|x Gmaj13: x|9|7|0|0|x Em2: x|7|5|0|0|x Em3: x|5|4|0|0|x Cmaj7: x|3|2|0|0|x Riff: e|-----------------------| B|-----------------------| G|-----------------------| D|-----------------------| A|----------0-2-3-2-0----| E|--0--2--3-----------3--| Slide Prog.: Slide to Em1...Gmaj13...Em2...Em3...Cmaj7...Riff Dm

^E7Who is ^Dmthis that ^E7rides so ^Dmlate Be^Ftween the ^Gwoods and the ^Fgarden ^Ggate? A ^E7father ^Dmholds a ^E7child ^Dmclose, ^FBarely ^Fboy and ^E7almost ^Dmghost

Dm F F F (F/C) Son why do you cry and hide your face?

Oh ^FFather, the ^GOak King is ^Fking of this ^Gplace, Dm F F F (F/C) With a crown made of thistle and septer of reeds ^FSon, there's no ^FOak King, just the ^E7wind and the ^Dmtrees

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My ^Dm7prince, my ^E7love, I ^Dmknew you'd come Now ^Dm7you must ^E7join the ^Fother ^E7ones ^Dm7Cast your ^E7blues u^Dmpon the tide ^Dm7Sleep all ^E7day, ^Fplay all ^E7night

Oh ^Dmfather, Oh ^Dmfather, don't ^Dmleave me I ^Dmpray The ^FOak King is ^Gcloser than the ^Fdawn of the ^Gday Than the ^Dmdawn of the ^Dmday, The ^Dmedge of the ^Dmwoods The ^FOak King is ^Fbad and he'll ^E7take me for ^Dmgood

Dm F F F (F/C) Oh son, with his palaces of silver and gold

With a ^Fqueen and his ^Gown pretty ^Fchildren to ^Ghold Dm F F F (F/C) With his own pretty children, why steal you from me? What ^Fkind of a ^Fking would ever ^E7be such a ^Dmthief?

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My ^Dm7prince, my ^E7love, I ^Dmknew you'd come Now ^Dm7you must ^E7join the ^Fother ^E7ones ^Dm7Cast your ^E7blues u^Dmpon the tide ^Dm7My daughters will ^E7hold you ^Fclear through till ^E7night

Oh ^Dmfather, Oh ^Dmfather, scattered ^Dmall along the ^Dmpath The ^FOak Kings own ^Gchildren in the ^Fdark as we ^Gpass The ^DmOak Kings own ^Dmchildren, they sing ^Dmsoftley and they ^Dmsigh They ^Fdon't seem to ^Fcare that they're ^E7blooming at ^Dmnight

Dm F F F (F/C) Oh Son, who would leave a child in this place?

To the ^Fwind and the ^Gdark and the ^Frain on their ^Gfaces The ^Dmrain on their ^Dmface, ^Dmmud on their ^Dmfeet What ^Fkind of a ^FKing would dress his ^E7children in ^Dmleaves?

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My ^Dm7prince, my ^E7love, I ^Dmknew you would come Now ^Dm7you must ^E7join the ^Fother ^E7ones Oh ^Dm7Father, Oh ^E7Father, I must ^Dmgo away The ^Dm7Oak King ^E7sings, ^FI must ^E7obey

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At the ^E7edge of the ^Dmwoods and the ^E7break of the ^Dmday, The ^Ffather looked ^Gdown where his ^Fson used to ^Glay, And in ^E7grief and in ^Dmsorrow, in ^E7sorrow and ^Dmgrief, Wondered ^Fwhat kind of ^Fking could ever ^E7be such a ^Dmthief?

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Josh Ritter - The oak king