AmDmFAm
Good morning, young master, it's 1882,
DmFAm
Your mother, is hungry, what will you do?
AmCGBbAm
There is bread, in the kitchen, of the big house upstairs
DmFAm
But I warn you, don't take it, from them
CHORUS
CG
You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered,
BbAm
you'll be hung like a ham,
Dm
and I warn you, don't do it,
FAm
young man
END CHORS
Dm
Your mother is calling,
FAm
she wants you by the bed,
Dm
so get up, young master,
FAm
shake your sleepy head,
CHORUS
"Darling son, I am dying,
and I leave it to you,
I'm leavin, tell me what,
did I do"
END CHORUS
BbF
Boy, he steals the bread roll, packs it up and heads for the door
Man, he hears him coming, "Boy, you won't be runnin' no more"
Boy, he gets arrested, and the case is tested that day
Judge he guilty makes him, and the jailer takes him away
Good night to the outlaw, but you want to be free
Good morning, oh, it's late, too late again