Townes van Zandt - The hills of roane county

^CIn the beautiful ^Emhills ^Fin the ^Gmidst of Roane ^CCountry It's there that I labored my whole life ^Gaway ^G7 It’s there that my h^Ceart is a-^Gturnin' most ^Fever It's there the ^Cfirst steps of ^Gmisfortune I ^Cmade ^{F C}

^CI’s about thirty ^Emyears w^Fhen I ^Gcourted and m^Carried Miss Armanda Gilbert to be my fair ^Gwife ^G7 For some unknown r^Ceason,^F her brother Tom ^Cstabbed me And not two months ^Clater, I^G'd taken Tom's l^Cife ^{F C}

^CI's captured and t^Emried ^Fin a ^Gvillage of ^CKingsport Not a soul in that village could say a ^Gkind ^G7word When a jury come i^Cn w^Gith ^Fthe verdict next m^Cornin' "A lifetime in ^Cprison," are the ^Gwords that I ^Cheard^{F C}

^CWell my mama come ^Emdown ^Fto ^Gsee me at the ^Cstation My sweet sister Donna stood there by her ^Gside^G7 They turned for to ^Cgo,^G but I was chained to the ^Fplatform They said, "Willie, God ^Cbless you, God ^Gbless you, ^Cgoodbye^F" ^C

^CIn the scorching hot ^Emsands ^Fof a foundry, I'm ^Ctoiling Just a-toilin' and sweatin' my poor life ^Gawa^G7y When I die, bury ^Cme ^Fon the banks of old ^CCumberland In the beautiful green h^Cills of ^Geast T^Cennesse^Fe ^C

In the beautiful ^Emhills ^Fin the ^Gmidst of Roane ^CCountry It’s there that I’ve l^Cabored my whole life ^Gaway^G7 It's there that my ^Cheart ^Gis a-turnin’ most ^Fever It's there the first ^Csteps of ^Gmisfortune I ^Cmade ^{F C}