A5 (x022xx) D G C
Hammer-on the C chords.
In the chorus the run leading up to the C chord goes (E3 A0 A2).
As he [A5]laid Spanish r[D]oses in her ha[G]ir[C][G]
And then [A5]covered the cr[D]own of thorns she w[G]ears[C][G]
And the bl[C]ood from her l[A5]ips as she si[D]ngs
Do it a[C]ll for the gl[A5]ory of th[D]ee
And they carried her d[C]own, down, d[G]own
Down in the c[C]old, cold, gr[G]ound
By the river she u[C]sed to p[G]ray
Forever now s[C]he will w[G]ait for the k[D]ing[C] to co[G]me[C][G]
And the b[A5]oys who would c[D]rave her perfect sk[G]in[C][G]
She bu[A5]rned herself, she th[D]ought it would please h[G]im[C][G]
And the ir[C]on chain sp[A5]iked around her wa[D]ist
And the po[C]ison she us[A5]ed to hide her fa[D]ce
refrain:
And they carried her down, down, down
Down in the cold, cold, ground
By the river she used to pray
Forever now she will wait for the king to come
And she made a bed of broken glass and stone
Where she slept at night to prove her faith was strong
And when her broken body finally gave
There grew Spanish roses by her grave
And they carried her down, down, down
Down in the cold, cold, ground
By the river she used to pray
Forever now she will wait for the king to come
Hammer-on the C chords.
In the chorus the run leading up to the C chord goes (E3 A0 A2).
As he [A5]laid Spanish r[D]oses in her ha[G]ir[C][G]
And then [A5]covered the cr[D]own of thorns she w[G]ears[C][G]
And the bl[C]ood from her l[A5]ips as she si[D]ngs
Do it a[C]ll for the gl[A5]ory of th[D]ee
And they carried her d[C]own, down, d[G]own
Down in the c[C]old, cold, gr[G]ound
By the river she u[C]sed to p[G]ray
Forever now s[C]he will w[G]ait for the k[D]ing[C] to co[G]me[C][G]
And the b[A5]oys who would c[D]rave her perfect sk[G]in[C][G]
She bu[A5]rned herself, she th[D]ought it would please h[G]im[C][G]
And the ir[C]on chain sp[A5]iked around her wa[D]ist
And the po[C]ison she us[A5]ed to hide her fa[D]ce
refrain:
And they carried her down, down, down
Down in the cold, cold, ground
By the river she used to pray
Forever now she will wait for the king to come
And she made a bed of broken glass and stone
Where she slept at night to prove her faith was strong
And when her broken body finally gave
There grew Spanish roses by her grave
And they carried her down, down, down
Down in the cold, cold, ground
By the river she used to pray
Forever now she will wait for the king to come
