Am                      Dm           F  Am
    Good morning, young master, it's 1882,
                Dm           F         Am
Your mother, is hungry, what will you do?
Am       C             G               Bb          Am
There is bread, in the kitchen, of the big house upstairs
                      Dm            F     Am
But I warn you, don't take it, from them

CHORUS
          C                 G
You'll be tarred, you'll be feathered,
          Bb          Am
you'll be hung like a ham,
                         Dm
and I warn you, don't do it,
      F   Am
young man
END CHORS

               Dm
Your mother is calling,
    F                Am
she wants you by the bed,
                 Dm
so get up, young master,
F                 Am
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

Bb                                                           F
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