F Am
I am a crooked man
F Am
And I've walked a crooked mile
Em G
Night, the shameless widow
Am G Em Dm
Doffed her weeds, in a pile
Em F G
The stars all winked at me
Em F G
They shamed a child
F G
Your funeral, my trial
F Am
One thousand Marys lured me
F Am
Into gulleys damp with clover
Em G
Bird with crooked wing cast
Am G Em Dm
Its wicked shadow over
Em F G
A bauble moon did mock
Em F G
And trinket stars did smile
F G
Your funeral, my trial
Here I am, little lamb,
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked b*****s that she was
Mongers of pain
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial