The Weavers - On top of old smokey

Title: On Top Of Old Smokey Artist: The Weavers, https://youtu.be/6J5O_YlfFqk Author and Copyright: MississippiHans (arr.+tab.) Time: 3/4, Tempo: Q=160 Capo: 2nd fret, optionally Play bass quarters with your right-hand thumb and insert melody/harmony notes. Eighths are marked '+'. The chord names above the tab lines indicate the left-hand position. [Verse KeyG] G C E|----------------|----------------|-3--------------|-0--------------|-----------0----|-----------0----| B|----------------|------0----3----|----------------|----------------|----------------|-1---h3---------| G|-----------0----|-0--------------|------0---------|------0---------|------0---------|----------------| D|------0----0----|-----------0----|-----------2----|-----------2----|-----------2----|-----------2----| A|----------------|----------------|-3--------------|----------------|-3--------------|-3--------------| E|-3--------------|-3--------------|----------------|-3--------------|----------------|----------------| G D E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| B|-3--------------|----------------|----------------|------0----3----|-3--------------|----------------| G|------0---------|------0---------|-----------0----|-0--------------|------2---------|-2--------------| D|-----------0----|-----------0----|------0----0----|-----------0----|-----------0----|------0----0----| A|----------------|-2--------------|----------------|----------------|-0--------------|-0--------------| E|-3--------------|----------------|-3--------------|-3--------------|----------------|----------------| D7 G E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| B|-----------0----|-1---p0---------|----------------|----------------| G|------2---------|-----------2----|-0--------------|----------------| D|-----------0----|-----------0----|------0----0----|------0----0----| A|-0--------------|-0--------------|----------------|-2--------------| E|----------------|----------------|-3--------------|----------------| [Verse KeyC] C F E|----------------|------0----3----|/8--------------|-5--------------|-----------5\---|-1---h3---/5-\--| B|-----------1----|-1--------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| G|------0---------|----------------|------0---------|------5---------|------5---------|----------------| D|-----------2----|-----------2----|----------------|-----------3----|-----------3----|-----------0----| A|-3--------------|-3--------------|-----------7----|-0--------------|-0--------------|----------------| E|----------------|----------------|/8--------------|----------------|----------------|-3--------------| C G E|-3--------------|----------------|----------------|------0----3----|-3--------------|----------------| B|----------------|----------------|-----------1----|-1--------------|----------------|-3--------------| G|------0---------|------0---------|------0---------|----------------|------0---------|------0---------| D|-----------2----|-----------2----|-----------2----|-----------2----|-----------0----|-----------0----| A|-3--------------|----------------|-3--------------|-3--------------|----------------|-2--------------| E|----------------|-3--------------|----------------|----------------|-3--------------|----------------| C E|-----------0----|-1---p0---------|----------------|----------------| B|------3---------|-----------3----|-1--------------|----------------| G|----------------|----------------|------0---------|------0---------| D|-----------0----|-----------0----|-----------2----|-----------2----| A|----------------|-2--------------|-3--------------|----------------| E|-3--------------|----------------|----------------|-3--------------| [Lyrics] On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow, I lost my true lover, For courting too slow. For courting's a pleasure, But parting is grief, And a false-hearted lover, Is worse than a thief. A thief will just rob you, And take what you have, But a false-hearted lover, Will lead you to your grave. The grave will decay you, And turn you to dust, Not one boy in a hundred A poor girl can trust. They'll hug you and kiss you, And tell you more lies, Than crossties on a railroad, Or stars in the sky. So come ye young maidens, And listen to me, Never place your affection In a green willow tree. For the leaves they will wither, The roots they will die, And you'll be forsaken, And never know why. ************************************ | h Hammer-on | p Pull-off | / Slide up | \ Slide down ************************************