Em
March him up the mountain, rifle in his back
       Am                             Em
To the gallows yonder just beyond the track
   B7                 Am           Em
To pay for what could not be taken back

    Em
The town had come and gathered, but no eye dare unclose
        Am                                     Em
For the shame and guilt were worn on them like heavy, heavy clothes
B7                   Am            Em
Dressed in black but whiter than a ghost

      G          D
Swing low, sweet lord
               C            Em
Cause no one's listenin' no more
    G          D
Let go or pull toward
                    C               Em
But if you don't do anything, swing low
G     Em    G   Em
Swing low

Em
Mud filled up the river, dust filled up the sky
    Am                                  Em
And rage filled up the mother when they covered up his eyes
  B7           Am               Em
A sacrifice to cover what still hides

Em
Am Em
B7 Am Em

      G          D
Swing low, sweet lord
               C            Em
Cause no one's listenin' no more
    G          D
Let go or pull toward
                    C               Em
But if you don't do anything, swing low
G     Em   G      Em  G     Em
Swing low, swing low, swing low