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 bitches that she was

Mongers of pain

Saw the moon

Become a fang

Your funeral, my trial