The Rains Of Castamere

       Am
And who are you, the proud lord said,
                     G
that I must bow so low?
         C
Only a cat of a different coat,
           Dm             Em
that's all the truth I know.
           Am
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
                    G
a lion still has claws,
    C
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
         Dm             Em E
as long and sharp as yours.
     Am               Em
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
     Am               Em
that lord of Castamere,
         F                Dm
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
     F        E7      Am
with no one there to hear.
    F                    Dm
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
    F      E7       Am
and not a soul to hear