Аккорды The Decemberists - Eli, The Barrow Boy

CAPO 4 

INTRO

      Am                      Am         Then repeat if you want

e|----0------------------------0--------------------------------------------|
B|----1------------------------1--------------------------------------------|
G|----2--================>-----2--------------------------------------------|
D|----2------------------------2--------------------------------------------|
A|----0------------------------0--------------------------------------------|
E|------------------------0---3---------------------------------------------|
      Strum for first 3 beats then do second part, you can throw the second 
part in before each verse or even before each Am , wherever you see fit

Am
Eli, the barrow boy
        C
Of the old town
Am
Sells coal and marigolds
       C
As he cries out
 G           Am
All down the day

Am
Below the tamaracks
        C
He is crying:
Am
Corn cobs and candle wax
       C
for the buying
G            Am
All down the day

 F                                     C
“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
 F                            Am
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
F                                     C
But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
    G                            Am
And I must push my barrow all the day
    G                            Am
And I must push my barrow all the day”

Am
Eli, the barrow boy
 Am
When they found him
Am
Dressed all in corduroy
        C
He had drowned in
  G                Am
The river down the way

Am
They laid his body down 
     C
in a churchyard
Am     
But still when the moon is out
         C
With his push cart
  G               Am
He calls down the day

 F                                     C
“Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
 F                            Am
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
F                                     C
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
    G                            Am
And still I push my barrow all the day
 G                             Am
Still I push my barrow all the day”