| Am | C | |
| S | pider John is my | name friend, |
| D | Am | |
| I | 'm in between freights and I sure would be o | bliged |
| C | G | |
| if you'd | share your compa | ny. |
| Am | C | |
| I | know this may sound st | range to you, |
| D | Am | |
| but if | you wait till the song is sung and the story is | told, |
| C | G | |
| you might | come to under | stand. |
| Am | C | D | G | |
| Oh, I'm | old and bent and | Devil sent; | runnin' out of | time. |
| Am | C | D | |
| When I l | ong ago held a | Royal Flush in my | hand... |
| CHORUS: |
| Em | |
| Oh, I was a | Supermarket fool, |
| A7 | Em | A7 | |
| I was a | roll the bank stool pigeon, | robbin' my hom | etown. |
| Em | A7 | |
| I th | ought I lost my blues, yes I | thought I paid my dues, |
| F | C | G | |
| I t | hought I'd found a | life to suit my | style. |
| G | F | C | Am | |
| But here I sit old | Spider John the | robber-man, | long, tall, and | handsome. |
| G | F | C | Am | |
| Yes, old S | pider John with a lo | aded hand, | takin' r | ansom. |
| Then one day I met Diamond Lil. |
| She was the sweetest thing, I declare, |
| that the summer breeze had ever blown my way. (yea) |
| But Lilly she had no idea, of my illustrious occupation, |
| she thought I was a saint, not a sinner, gone astray. (yea) |
| But you see that word got around and Lilly left town, I never saw her again. |
| Tossin' and turnin', 'causin' my heart to grieve... |
| REPEAT CHORUS |
| That is all my story; |
| It's been these thirty years since I took the road, |
| to find my precious jewel one. |
| And if you see my Lilly, won't you give her my regards? |
| Tell her old Spider got tangled in the black web that he spun. |
| You can tell her old Spider got tangled the black web that he spun. |