Long Black Veil Chords by Hazel Dickens And Alice Gerrard
Tempo:
70.725 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[B] [Ab] [Bb] [Eb]
Ten years ago on a cold [Bb] summer day, someone was [Ab] killed near the [Eb] town hall way.
but they all agreed, [Bb] the slayer who ran [Ab] looked a lot [Eb] like me.
The judge said, son, what is your act?
somewhere else, [Ab] and you won't [Eb] have to die.
I spoke not a word, although it meant my life, [Bb] for I'd been in the arms [Ab] of my [Eb] best friend's wife.
She [Ab] [Eb] walks these hills [Ab] in an [Eb] arm's length.
[Ab] She visits [Eb] my grave [Ab] where the [Eb] night winds wail.
Ten years ago on a cold [Bb] summer day, someone was [Ab] killed near the [Eb] town hall way.
but they all agreed, [Bb] the slayer who ran [Ab] looked a lot [Eb] like me.
The judge said, son, what is your act?
somewhere else, [Ab] and you won't [Eb] have to die.
I spoke not a word, although it meant my life, [Bb] for I'd been in the arms [Ab] of my [Eb] best friend's wife.
She [Ab] [Eb] walks these hills [Ab] in an [Eb] arm's length.
[Ab] She visits [Eb] my grave [Ab] where the [Eb] night winds wail.
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[B] _ [Ab] _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _
_ _ Ten years ago on a cold _ _ [Bb] summer day, someone was [Ab] killed near the [Eb] town hall way.
There were a few at the scene, but they all agreed, [Bb] the slayer who ran [Ab] looked a lot [Eb] like me.
_ The judge said, son, what is your act?
_ [Bb] You were somewhere else, [Ab] and you won't [Eb] have to die.
_ I spoke not a word, although it meant my life, [Bb] for I'd been in the arms [Ab] of my [Eb] best friend's wife.
She [Ab] _ [Eb] walks these hills [Ab] in an [Eb] arm's length. _ _
[Ab] She visits [Eb] my grave [Ab] where the [Eb] night winds _ wail.
No one's _ _ nobody sees, [Ab] _ [Bb] nobody [Eb] knows but me.
_ _ _ The _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ _
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_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ scaffold is high, _ eternity near.
[Bb] She stood in the crowd, but [Ab] she shed [Eb] not a tear. _
But sometimes at night when that cold wind blows, in [Bb] a long black veil, [Ab] there she cries,
[Eb] Lord, my Lord.
[Ab] She [Eb] walks these hills [Ab] in a [Eb] long black veil.
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_ _ Ten years ago on a cold _ _ [Bb] summer day, someone was [Ab] killed near the [Eb] town hall way.
There were a few at the scene, but they all agreed, [Bb] the slayer who ran [Ab] looked a lot [Eb] like me.
_ The judge said, son, what is your act?
_ [Bb] You were somewhere else, [Ab] and you won't [Eb] have to die.
_ I spoke not a word, although it meant my life, [Bb] for I'd been in the arms [Ab] of my [Eb] best friend's wife.
She [Ab] _ [Eb] walks these hills [Ab] in an [Eb] arm's length. _ _
[Ab] She visits [Eb] my grave [Ab] where the [Eb] night winds _ wail.
No one's _ _ nobody sees, [Ab] _ [Bb] nobody [Eb] knows but me.
_ _ _ The _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [Eb] _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ _
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_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Ab] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _
_ scaffold is high, _ eternity near.
[Bb] She stood in the crowd, but [Ab] she shed [Eb] not a tear. _
But sometimes at night when that cold wind blows, in [Bb] a long black veil, [Ab] there she cries,
[Eb] Lord, my Lord.
[Ab] She [Eb] walks these hills [Ab] in a [Eb] long black veil.
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Facts about this song
![Hazel Dickens & Phyllis Boyens - "West Virginia, My Home" [Live at Folklife Festival 1978]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Psnm9wOb8aE/mqdefault.jpg)
