The Rains Of Castamere

												
Am  
And who are you, the proud lord said,
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that I must bow so low?
         C
Only a cat of a different coat,
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that's all the truth I know.
           Am
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
                    G
a lion still has claws,
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And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
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as long and sharp as yours.
     Am                       E
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
     Am               E
that lord of Castamere,
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But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
     F        E         Am
with no one there to hear.
    F                    Dm
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
    F      E        Am
and not a soul to hear