{title: The Rains Of Castamere}
{artist: The National}

{sov}
And [Dm]who are [A7]you, the [Dm]proud lord [A]said
That [Dm]I must [A7]bow so [C]low?
O[F]nly a [C]cat of a [F]different [C]coat
That's [Gm]all the truth I [A7]know
{eov}

{sov}
In a [Dm]coat of [A7]gold or a [Dm]coat of [A]red
A [Dm]lion [A7]still has [C]claws
And [F]mine are [C]long and [F]sharp, my [C]lord
As [Gm]long and s[A7]harp as y[Dm]ours
{eov}

{soc}
And [Dm]so he spoke, and [Am]so he spoke
That [Dm]lord of Casta[Am]mere
But [Bb]now the rains weep [Gm]o'er his hall
With [Bb]no one [A7]there to [Dm]hear
Yes, [Bb]now the rains weep [Gm]o'er his hall
And [Bb]not a [A7]soul to [Dm]hear
{eoc}

[Dm] [C] [F] [Gm]
[Dm]

{soc}
And [Dm]so he spoke, and [Am]so he spoke
That [Dm]lord of Casta[Am]mere
But [Bb]now the rains weep [Gm]o'er his hall
With [Bb]no one [A7]there to [Dm]hear
Yes, [Bb]now the rains weep [Gm]o'er his hall
And [Bb]not a [A7]soul to [Dm]hear
{eoc}
