Matt Beckler

Katy Dear

Matt Beckler


Tom: F

Dm
Let out all your troubles with the boughs of fraying pine
       C                                              F
The proudest grove of hemlock, bring solace to your mind.
                                            Dm
Before they burned the mountains, and ran dry all the streams
                   C                       F
There was plenty to get by on, plenty more to dream
                   C                    Am
Before the heavy hand of greed came knocking at your door
C                       F
Telling lies in silver you always have endured
                                    Dm
Singing who’ll rock the cradle, and who’ll sing this song?
C                               F
How will you survive the winters long?


[Chorus]
           Dm                   C
And it’s come on Katy dear
      F                                                Bb
It’s midnight on the water, and I swear that you can hear
Dm                      C
All the coy dogs howl
              F
There’s strapping colts in margaretsville, but that’s a way down south


[Solo]
Dm C F x2


[Verse]
                                     Dm
That colt’s mane was spruce and his cold heart was pine
      C                         F
They said he’d run on water, if I could pass the time
Dm
Early in the spring, when the ice began to thaw
C                                       F
I’d ride him down the Delaware, and bid farewell to all
           C                               Am
Before the tree trunks line the hills and bark it’ll line the roads
C                                        F
They’re sending half the forest down the stream in heavy loads.
                                       Dm
Singing you never know what you’ve got until it’s almost gone
   C                                F
So who’ll rock the cradle when it’s gone?


[Chorus]
      Dm                   C
And it’s come on Katy dear
      F                                                Bb
It’s midnight on the water, and I swear that you can hear
Dm                      C
All the coy dogs howl
              F
There’s strapping colts in margaretsville, but that’s a way down south

           Dm                   C
And it’s come on Katy dear
      F                                                Bb
It’s midnight on the water, and I swear that you can hear
Dm                      C
All the coy dogs howl
              F
There’s strapping colts in margaretsville, but that’s a way down south