The National – The Rains Of Castamere (Ukulele)

   (Dm)    (A7)     (Dm)       (A)
And who are you, the proud lord said

    (Dm)   (A7)   (C)
That I must bow so low?

(F)   (C)      (F)       (C)
Only a cat of a different coat

      (Gm)            (A7)
That's all the truth I know

     Dm      A7        Dm      A
In a coat of gold or a coat of red

  Dm   A7        C
A lion still has claws

    F        C        F         C
And mine are long and sharp, my lord

   Gm       A7       Dm
As long and sharp as yours

    Dm               Am
And so he spoke, and so he spoke

     Dm           Am
That lord of Castamere

    Bb                 Gm
But now the rains weep o'er his hall

     Bb     A7       Dm
With no one there to hear

     Bb                 Gm
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall

    Bb    A7      Dm
And not a soul to hear