Lizzie Loved A Highwayman Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][Am][Dsus4][D][G]

[Verse 1]
[G]Poor
Lizzie loved a highwayman
She [Am]gave him all a young girl can
[Dsus4]And in return[D] he gave
her a [G]widowhood
From the bell at
Hempstead born to trade
The [Am]butcher's [C]axe and the
butcher's blade
And [D]his childhood bride,
the picture made [G]complete
But
Lizzie's mother understood
That [Am]boy would come to nothi[Dsus4]ng good
An [D]apprenticeship in bone and blood
[G]Won't lead my girl [D]to motherhood
Did[C]n't he look fine in church [G]today?
In [C]his buckle -boots and his
Fustian coat
An[G]d his feathers blue [D]an [G]d grey
Young
Richard joined the
Gregories
All
[Am]Essex boys, the lowest thieves
They [D]robbed both rich and poor
for greed [G]and gain
They broke into their homes at night
Regard[Am]less [Dsus4]of
their means or might
[D]They'd rape or scald or set alight
[G]Those poor souls [D]who put up a fight
No [G]one abound, those desperate men
They [Am]shot both enemies [Dsus4]and friends
[D]They sold their souls for
liberty an[G]d gold
Lizzie's dreams her phone gave way
To [Am]cold nights in a forest cave
[Dsus4]To a husband[D] who
she couldn't keep
Who [G]killed his friend an[D]d ran away
On [C]a stolen coal black mare called
[G]Bess, they say
By [C]a full moon's arc, he rode to
York, [G]two hundred miles [D]away[G]
With a bounty high, he changed his name
He [Am]poached a deer and a
horse and game
[Dsus4]And left his [D]father to
take the blame to [G]jail
Till one day the landlord's bird he blew
The [Am]landlord cried,
[Dsus4]Dick , I know you
And [D]again the drunk his pistol drew
[G]Crying, let me charge and
[D]I'll shoot you too
From his [G]prison cell he sent a note
To his [Am]brother and inside [Dsus4]he wrote
Fine [D]men who'll stand good
witness to my [G]name
But he wouldn't pay the postage due
And the [Am]letter fell to one [C]who knew
[Dsus4]The writi[D]ng of the one
whose fate had [G]brought the
Turpin
[D]House to shame
But [C]didn't he look fine in court [G]today?
In [C]his buckled boots and his bustian coat an[G]d his feathers
blue [D]an [G]d grey[Am][Dsus4][D][G]
[Am][D][G]
Dick
Durbin paid five men to mourn
A [Am]new coat a[C]n d shoes
stepped out at dawn
[D]Like a gentleman he bowed along [G]the way
He stepped up to the hangman's gate
He [Am]felt his [Dsus4]leg begin to shake
He [D]stamped the fear and with
his friend a hang[G]man
Half an [D]hour he spent
And [G]with a proud and noble air
He [Am]left from that three [Dsus4]-legged mare
And [D]for a while he dangled
free his [G]feathers
Kissed [D]by morning air
But [C]mother, didn't he swing well [G]today?
In his [C]buckled boots,
and his fustian coat,
[G]And his feathers blue [D]an [G]d grey.
They buried
Turpin's body deep,
But [Am]when [C]the town was fast
asleep[Dsus4],
The [D]body snatchers stole his corpse [G]away.
An angry crowd, friends to his fame,
[Am]In preservation of his name,
[Dsus4]Saved him from [D]the butcher's blade
and [G]laid to rest the [D]highwayman
He [C]gave his ring and
handsome corpse [G]away
And [C]an other woman's tears fell on his
[G]feathers blue and [D]grey[G][Am][Dsus4][D][G]
We are turning [Am]left to
[D]Park[G][Am]
[Dsus4]Road[D][G]
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