Lefty Frizzell - Long black veil

^GTen years ago, on a cold dark night, there was ^Dsomeone killed 'neath the ^Ctown hall ^Glight. ^GThere were few were at the scene, but they all agreed, that the ^Dslayer who ran looked a ^Clot like ^Gme.

^GThe judge said, 'Son, what is your alibi? If you were ^Dsomewhere else then ^Cyou won't have to ^Gdie.' ^GI spoke not a word though it meant my life, for I had ^Dbeen in the arms of my ^Cbest friend's ^Gwife.

She ^Cwalks these ^Ghills, in a ^Clong black ^Gveil. She ^Cvisits my ^Ggrave, when the ^Cnight winds ^Gwail. ^GNobody knows, ^Cnobody ^Gsees. ^CNobody ^Dknows, but ^Gme.

^GThe scaffold is high, and eternity near, she ^Dstood in the crowd and ^Cshed not a ^Gtear. ^GBut sometimes at night when the cold wind blows, in a ^Dlong black veil, she ^Ccries o'er my ^Gbones.

She ^Cwalks these ^Ghills, in a ^Clong black ^Gveil. She ^Cvisits my ^Ggrave, when the ^Cnight winds ^Gwail. ^GNobody knows, ^Cnobody ^Gsees..^Cnobody ^Dknows, but ^Gme.

^CNobody ^Dknows but ^Gme...^Cnobody ^Dknows but ^Gme. (Fade.)