G                       D
The moon beamed down so lightly,
                     G
on distant fields of clover.
                 D
The gypsy cowboy wanders,
                          G     
because he knows it's over.
                    D
And everything's so quiet.
                          G
The town is down in slumber.
                D                               G
His cowboy lady mutters, let's roll another number.
Am         D
Oh, oh so sad
Am                             D
The trouble that's in this old world,
               G
it makes me so sad.
Am        D
Oh, oh so sad,
     G
Mama cried.
                      D
And o'er the field of clover,
                  G
an angel band was singing.
                      D                                       G
With maidens throwing roses, and heaven's lights were screaming
                    D                                 G
Calling through the darkness, the voice of one man's brother
                D                               G
Spouting discontentment, of one way or the other.
Am        D
Oh, oh so sad
Am                          D
You build it up you tear it down
                   G
Oh it makes me so sad
Am         D
Oh, oh so sad
       G
Mama cried