Your Funeral My Trial

F Am i Am a crooked man F Am and i’ve walked a crooked mile Em G night , the shameless widow Am G Em Dm doffed her weeds , in a pile Em F G the stars all winked at me Em F G they shamed a child F G your funeral , my trial F Am one thousand marys lured me F Am into gulleys damp with clover Em G bird with crooked wing cast Am G Em Dm its wicked shadow over Em F G a bauble moon did mock Em F G and trinket stars did smile F G your funeral , my trial here i Am , little lamb , let all the bells in whoredom ring all the crooked bitches that she was mongers of pain saw the moon become a fang your funeral , my trial