Am G Am G [Verse 1]Am Am/E Am /B C C/G C/B Eli the barrowboy of the old townAm Am/E Am /B C C/G Sells coal and marigolds and he cries outG Am Am/E Am G Am Am/E Am G All down the dayAm Am/E Am /B C C/G C/B Below the tamaracks he is cryingAm Am/E Am /B C C/G Corncobs and candlewax for the buyingG Am Am/E Am G Am Am/E Am G All down the day [Chorus]F C Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robeF Am Made of gold and silk Arabian threadF C She is dead and gone and lying in the pine groveG Am Am/E Am And I must push my barrow all the dayG Am Am/E And I must push my barrow all the day [Interlude]Am Am/E Am Am/E Am/B C C/G C/B Am Am/E Am/B C C/G G Am G Am [Verse 2]Am Am/E Am /B C C/G C/B Eli the barrowboy when they found himAm Am/E Am /B C C/G Dressed all in corduroy, he had drowned inG Am Am/E Am G Am Am/E Am G The river down the wayAm Am/E Am /B C C/G C/B They lay his body down in a churchyardAm Am/E Am /B C C/G But still when the moon is out with his pushcartG Am Am/E Am G Am Am/E Am G He calls down the day [Chorus]F C Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gownF Am Made of gold and silk Arabian threadF C But I am dead and gone and lying in the church groundG Am Am/E Am But still I push my barrow all the dayG Am Am/E Am Am/E Am Am/E Am But still I push my barrow all the day
Eli The Barrow Boy
The Decemberists
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