Tom Russell - Chinese silver

The colour of her hair was ^FChinese ^Csilver On a buttermilk mare she rode through ^Dmtown ^G And the jealous ^Fgirls would all a^Cvoid her And the bachelor men would gather ^Ground

And the ^Fmen would sing a ^Gsong to Chinese ^Csilver ^FSoul of a hawk, ^Geye of a turtle ^Cdove And ^E7all the fire in Hell won't melt the ^Amice a^Ground her ^Fheart And ^Gall the gold in Dodge won't buy her ^Clove

Her pa was a man named ^FWilmore ^CGrady He ran the mill down by the ^Dmcreek ^G And the light of his ^Flife was Chinese ^Csilver He laid his soul down by her ^Gfeet

And the ^Fmen would sing a ^Gsong to Chinese ^Csilver ^FSoul of a hawk, ^Geye of a turtle ^Cdove And ^E7all the fire in Hell won't melt the ^Amice a^Ground her ^Fheart And ^Gall the gold in Dodge won't buy her ^Clove

And the ^Fmen would sing a ^Gsong to Chinese ^Csilver ^FSoul of a hawk, ^Geye of a turtle ^Cdove And ^E7all the fire in Hell won't melt the ^Amice a^Ground her ^Fheart And ^Gall the gold in Dodge won't buy her ^Clove

The buttermilk ^Dmare went ^Gin the ^DWinter Then Wilmore Grady passed a^Emway ^A Well, the years rolled ^Gon and the men stopped ^Dsinging Chinese silver turned to ^Agrey

But the ^Gwind still sings a ^Asong to Chinese ^Dsilver ^GSoul of a hawk, ^Aeye of a turtle ^Ddove And ^F#7all the fire in Hell won't melt the ^Bmice a^Around her ^Gheart And ^Aall the gold in Dodge won't buy her ^Dlove

And the ^Gwind still sings a ^Asong to Chinese ^Dsilver ^GSoul of a hawk, ^Aeye of a turtle ^Ddove And ^F#7all the fire in Hell won't melt the ^Bmice a^Around her ^Gheart And ^Aall the gold in Dodge won't buy her ^Dlove And ^Gall the gold in ^ADodge won't buy her ^Dlove ^{G D}