Christopher Sunday

F# Ain't you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things C#7 you done? C#7 F# Ain't you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin' your wife and infant son? #1. F# C#7 Married a blue-eyed Miss so pretty..married a year and then.. C#7 F# danced with a gal in Reno City, never went home again. F# Ain't you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things C#7 you done? C#7 F# Ain't you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin' your wife and infant son? #2. F# C#7 Held up the stage from Carson City..10 miles from where he wed. C#7 F# Held up the stage from Carson City..and killed the driver, dead. #3. G D Drank with a friendly '49'er'..followed him to his shack. D G Stole all the gold from this old miner..then shot him in the back. G Christo, Christo, Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things D you done? D G Christo, Christo, Christopher Sunday..leavin' your wife and infant son? #3. G D Locked in the jail and filled with sorrow..never again to roam. D G He will be gone at six tomorrow..swingin' the hang-tree groan. G# Ain't you ashamed Christopher Sunday..shamed at the things D#7 you done? D#7 G# Ain't you ashamed Christopher Sunday..leavin' your wife and infant son?