Original key F#m - here capo 2nd fret.
Intro Em / B / Em
Em Am B Em
I hate everything that I loved before
Em Am B Em
Rings pin my hand to the river floor
C G Am
The waiting birds say they'll struggle free
G Em Am D Em
Well I could take it or leave it but for now I’ll just leave it be
C G F Am
Way upon the Swanee River
C G F Em
The mournful owls and egrets call
C G F Am
You swore and called me Indian giver
G D C
But the Indians gave it all
The swollen limbs of the cypress trees
Swung overhead like a dead trapeze
A white tail deer raised her head at me
But I went under with a sigh before I even got the chance to see
C G F Am
Way upon the Swanee River
C G F Em
The mournful owls and egrets call
C G F Am
You swore and called me Indian giver
G D C
But the Indians gave it all
G D C
Yeah the Indians gave it all
Instr. C G D Am - G D C - C G D Am - Em B Em
My bones will rise like the eyes of Gibbon
From a tomb you built on a fine black silt
When the summer comes and the junebugs whine
I will float up where the river comes to rest on the water line
Way upon the Swanee River
The mournful owls and egrets call
You swore and called me Indian giver
But the Indians gave it all
Yeah the Indians gave it all
