The Rains of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said,	d d9 d d9
That I must bow so low?	d d9 C
Only a cat of a different coat,	F C F C
That's all the truth I know.	g a

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,	d d9 d d9
A lion still has claws,	d d9 C
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,	F C F C
As long and sharp as yours.	g a d

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,	d a
That lord of Castamere,	d a
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,	B g
With no one there to hear.	B a d
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,	B g
And not a soul to hear.	B a d