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Intro: [ Cm ] [ Ab ] [ Cm ] [ F/A ] [Fm - Eb/G] [Ddim - G] [ C ] VERSE 1 C+2 F G/B We rode into town the other day,
C Just C/Eme and my daFddy. G CHe said I’d finFally reaG/Bched the age C Gm C F C/E And I could ride next to him on a horse DmThat of course was not qG/Buite as wide C/EWe heard a Fcrowd of pG/Beople sChouting, C/EAnd so we stFopped to fG/Bind out why. C Gm C F C/E There was that man that my dad said he loved Dm [Gsus Fm Bb/D] But today there was fear in his eyes.
CHORUS
EbSo I said, “Daddy Bb/Dwhy are they screaming? CmWhy are the faces of sEb/Bbome of them beEb/Gaming? AbWhy is he dressed in that Eb/Gbright purple robe? FmI’ll bet that crown hurts hiAbm more than heBb/D shows. EbDaddy, please, can’tBb/D you do something? CmHe looks as thougEb/Gh he’s gonF/Ana cry. FmYou said he was stronger Eb/Gthan all of those guys. AbDaddy please G/Btell me why,Cm Eb/Bb Fm Bb Eb [ Dm G ] Why does everyone want him to die?”
VERSE 2 (same chords as VERSE 1) Later that day the sky grew cloudy And Daddy said I should go inside. Somehow he knew things could get stormy. Boy, was he right! But I could not keep from wonderin’ If there was something he had to hide So after he left I had to find out. I was not afraid of getting lost. So I followed the crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed, And I heard a voice call from the cross CHORUS 2 (same chords except where noted) And he said, “Father why are they screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why are they casting their lots for my robe? This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows. Father, please, can’t You do something? I know that You must hear my cry. I thought I could handle a cross of this size.
AbFather remG/Bind me Cmwhy,Eb/Bb why does eFmveryone Eb/Gwant meF/A to die C/D Gm F/A G/B [Bb/C Bb/D C/E] Oh, when will I understand why?
CHORUS 3
FMy precious Son, EmI hear theAm screaming, Dmand I’m watching the facF/Ce of the enemy beaming. BbBut soon I will clothe You Dmin robes of my own. GmJesus, this hurts Me much Bb/Dmore than You know. C/EBut this dark Fhour I must do Edimnothing A7Though I’veDm heard Your uF/CnbearableG cry. GmThe pow’r in Your blood deF/Astroys all of the lies. BbSoon You’ll see past their Dmunmerciful eyes. GmLook there below,Bb/F see thEdime child A7 DmTrembling by her fG7ather’s side. GmNow I can tell You F/Awhy, Bb Bb/D C7 Dm [Bb] [Dm F/A] She is why You must die.
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