Song ends on an Em. KEY: h = hammer-on / = slide LYRICS: Pity the boy in front of me He was only 16, Lifted up my axe then down, Split his head like a cord of wood. Not for me the huon pine, Not for me the ankle iron, A'resting in the rope'll do me fine. So they sent me down to Bellerive, Strung me up to my relief, I was just a petty thief Of no account, no import. Send my love to my sister In the Female Factory, Remind her of the day when we drank wine. May a slant of winter light Brea (guitaretab.com)
