Intro: C | Em | Am | G
[C]All men kill [Em]the thing they love
By [Am]all let this, by all let [G]this be heard
I [C]never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye
U[Em]pon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky
And [Am]at every drifting cloud that went with [G]sails of silver by
In [C]Reading Gaol by Reading town there [Em]is a pit of shame
And [Am]in it lies a wretched man all [G]eaten by teeth of flame
The [C]man had [Em]killed the [G]thing he [Am]loved
And [C]so he [Em]had to [G]die
[C]All men kill [Em]the thing they love
By [Am]all let this, by all let [G]this be heard
Some [C]kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old
Some [Em]strangle with the hands of Lust
Some with the hands of Gold
The [Am]kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon gro[G]w cold
And [C]there till Christ call forth the dead,
In [Em]silence let him lie
No [Am]need to waste the foolish tear
Nor [G]heave the windy sigh
The [C]man had [Em]killed the [G]thing he [Am]loved
And [C]so he [Em]had to [G]die
[C]All men kill (All men ki-i-ill)
the [Em]thing they love (The thing they lo-o-ove)
By [Am]all let this, by all let [G]this be heard (x2)
[C] [Em] [Am] [G]
[C]Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a [Em]flattering word
The [Am]coward does it with a kiss
And the [G]brave man with a sword
The [C]man had [Em]killed the [G]thing he [Am]loved
And [C]so he [Em]had to [G]die
[C]All men kill (All men ki-i-ill)
the [Em]thing they love (The thing they lo-o-ove)
By [Am]all let this, by all let [G]this be heard
[C]Oh-o-oh (All men ki-i-ill)oh
Oh-O[Em]h-o(The thing they lo-o-ove)oh
Oh-[Am]oh-o,o Oh-[G]Oh-o
[C]All men kill [Em]the thing they love
By [Am]all let this, by all let [G]this be heard
I [C]never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye
U[Em]pon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky
And [Am]at every drifting cloud that went with [G]sails of silver by
In [C]Reading Gaol by Reading town there [Em]is a pit of shame
And [Am]in it lies a wretched man all [G]eaten by teeth of flame
The [C]man had [Em]killed the [G]thing he [Am]loved
And [C]so he [Em]had to [G]die
[C]All men kill [Em]the thing they love
By [Am]all let this, by all let [G]this be heard
Some [C]kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old
Some [Em]strangle with the hands of Lust
Some with the hands of Gold
The [Am]kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon gro[G]w cold
And [C]there till Christ call forth the dead,
In [Em]silence let him lie
No [Am]need to waste the foolish tear
Nor [G]heave the windy sigh
The [C]man had [Em]killed the [G]thing he [Am]loved
And [C]so he [Em]had to [G]die
[C]All men kill (All men ki-i-ill)
the [Em]thing they love (The thing they lo-o-ove)
By [Am]all let this, by all let [G]this be heard (x2)
[C] [Em] [Am] [G]
[C]Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a [Em]flattering word
The [Am]coward does it with a kiss
And the [G]brave man with a sword
The [C]man had [Em]killed the [G]thing he [Am]loved
And [C]so he [Em]had to [G]die
[C]All men kill (All men ki-i-ill)
the [Em]thing they love (The thing they lo-o-ove)
By [Am]all let this, by all let [G]this be heard
[C]Oh-o-oh (All men ki-i-ill)oh
Oh-O[Em]h-o(The thing they lo-o-ove)oh
Oh-[Am]oh-o,o Oh-[G]Oh-o
