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 Cold Mountain Mourning

Chorus:

(D                                              (Am)

Cold mountain mourning, thirteen on their knees

(D)                                            (Am)

A cold mountain mourning, twelve were suppos’d to leave

(G)                                             (D)

But the mountain hollers, beacon back to me.

 

(D)                                             (Am)

West Virginia hollers spoken, but no one would take heed

(D)                                       (Am)         i

She tells of tales of sorrows, men of honored deeds

(G)                                                             (D)

Black money’s good, it beckons back to me. 

 

 (D)                                      (Am)

Brother John was saying, they were all to pray

(D)                               (Am)

One had perished and it came to be his day

(G)                                                                 (D)

Few answered his call, as it beckoned back to me,

 

Chorus:

 

(D)                                     (Am)

Elders ask for prayer, for the brother slain

(D)                                                        (Am)

While others yelled in joy, knowing theirs’ were saved

(G)                                                          (D)

Seeing is believing as it beckons back to me.

 

Chorus:

 

That mountain speaks to me, it speaks of misery

 

That mountain talks to me.

 

(D)                           (Am)

Night turns to night, three hours have past

(D)                                        (Am)

Confusion in the control room, then word at last

(G)                                    (D)

Twelve now gone, it beckons back to me, 

 

D                                              (Am)

It’s a cruel mountain morning, thirteen on their knees,

(D)                                            (Am)

A cruel mountain morning, twelve were supposed to leave,

(G)                                             (D)

But the mountain hollers, beckon back to me.

 

Chorus:

 

 

/C9 / / / /GE / / //D

Twelve were supposed to leave,

Twelve were supposed to leave.

Twelve were meant to leave.

Thirteen on their knees.

Twelve were meant to leave.

Twelve were meant to leave.

 

 

 

©Writer Randy Brock©

©Tuesday, January 5th, 2006©

 

 

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