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Song Name: Long Black Veil By: Johnny Cash, Joan Baez
Posted By: WaltP Difficulty: Any
Key: Eb Genre: Folk
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2009-08-19 12:08:18 Modified: 0000-00-00 00:00:00
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Fav Count:13
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Song: LONG BLACK VEIL
By Marijon Wilkins & Danny Hill
Johnny Cash, Joan Baez
Key: Eb

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Ten years a-go on a cold dark night,
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Some one was killed �neath the Town Hall light
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The peo-ple who saw they all a-greed
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That the slay-er who ran 
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looked a lot like me.

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The judge said, �son, what is your al-i-bi?
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If you were some-wheres else, 
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then you won't have to die�.
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I spoke not a word, though it meant my life,
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For I'd been in the arms 
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of my best friend's wife.

6-6   7     7    7 6  6 -6  7     7  8-88-87
She walks these hills in a long black veil,
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Vis-its my grave when the night winds wail,
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No-bod-y knows, no-bod-y sees,
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No-bod-y knows, but me.

The scaffold is high, eternity near,
She stands in the crowd, she sheds not a tear,
But sometimes at night, when the cold winds moan,
In a long black veil she cries o'er my bones.

She walks these hills in a long black veil,
Visits my grave when the night winds wail,
Nobody knows, nobody sees,
Nobody knows, but me.

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