A Campfire Song

Intro: D A/C# Bm A G ... A D


D             A                  Bm                     G
A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig.
D            A                 G               A
Five hundred men with axes and they all dig for me."
D             A                 Bm           G
A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swim,
D           A                      G              A
Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in."
       G             D                G          D
    A
Oh no, Never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray.
   G          D           G
No devil or redeemer will cheat him.
               D                  Bm    A    (G
 D)
He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold.

D             A                  Bm                 G
A lie to say, "O my mine gave a diamond as big as a fist."
D              A                      G             A
But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed.
D             A               Bm                    G
A lie to say, "O my garden is growing taller by the day."
D       A                 G               A
He only eats the best and tosses the rest away.
       G                D                G
       A
Oh no, Never will he be believe that his greed is a blinding ray.
   G          D           G
No devil or redeemer will cheat him.
                D                 Bm    A
He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold.
G   A           D
Six deep in the grave.

Solo: Asus4 A Gmaj9 Asus4

    G                    Dmaj9   D/F# G         A
His oldest pain      and fear in life   there'll not be time
           (Something is out of reach, something he wanted)
    G                    Dmaj9   D/F# G         A
His oldest pain      and fear in life   there'll not be time
          (something is out of reach he's being taunted)
   G              Dmaj9  D/F#   G       D
          G
Oh no,                       hey hey
      (something is out of reach) that he can't beg or steal
A          D
Nor can he buy

D             A                  Bm                 G
A lie to say "O my forest has trees that block the sun
D          A                     G         A
And when I cut them down I don't answer to anyone."
        G             D                G          D
     A
No, no, never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray
   G          D           G
No devil or redeemer can cheat him.
               D                Bm    A
He'll take his gold where he's lying cold. La la la la la...

Bm      A       G       A      D
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely man