G D
The moon beamed down so lightly,
G
on distant fields of clover.
D
The gypsy cowboy wanders,
G
because he knows it's over.
D
And everything's so quiet.
G
The town is down in slumber.
D G
His cowboy lady mutters, let's roll another number.
Am D
Oh, oh so sad
Am D
The trouble that's in this old world,
G
it makes me so sad.
Am D
Oh, oh so sad,
G
Mama cried.
D
And o'er the field of clover,
G
an angel band was singing.
D G
With maidens throwing roses, and heaven's lights were screaming
D G
Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man's brother
D G
Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other.
Am D
Oh, oh so sad
Am D
You build it up you tear it down
G
Oh it makes me so sad
Am D
Oh, oh so sad
G
Mama cried
