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Song Name: Oh, Death By: Ralph Stanley
Posted By: Turkey_Man Difficulty: Any
Key: Any Genre: Folk
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2015-04-23 14:10:52 Modified: 2015-04-23 14:10:52
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Oh-- Death, Oh—-Death

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Won’t you spare me o-ver til a-noth-er year 

 

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What is this that I can see

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With i-cy hands tak-in hold of me 

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I am death and none can ex-cel

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I’ll o-pen the doors to hea-ven or hell

 

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Whoa Death, some-one would pray

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Could-n’t you call again some oth-er day?

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God’s child-ren prayed, the preach-er preached,

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Both time and merc-y are out of your reach

  

I’ll fix your feet so you can’t walk

I’ll lock your jaw so you can’t talk

Close your eyes so you can’t see

This ver-y hour, come go with me

  

Death, I come to take the soul

Leave the bod-y and leave it cold

To drop the flesh off of the frame 

The earth and worms both have a claim

 

The old, the young, the rich, the poor 

All a-like with me, you know;

No wealth, no land, no silver, or gold 

Nothing satis-fies me but your soul

 

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Oh-- Death, Oh—Death

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Won’t you spare me o-ver til a-noth-er year 

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Won’t you spare me o-ver til a-noth-er year

 


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