Capo 3
  
       Am   
And who are you, the proud lord said, 
                     G 
that I must bow so low? 
         C 
Only a cat of a different coat, 
           Dm             E 
that's all the truth I know. 
           Am 
In a coat of gold or a coat of red, 
                    G 
a lion still has claws, 
 C                                  
And mine are long and sharp, my lord, 
         Dm             E 
as long and sharp as yours. 
     Am                       E 
And so he spoke, and so he spoke, 
     Am               E 
that lord of Castamere, 
         F                Dm 
But now the rains weep o'er his hall, 
     F        E         Am 
with no one there to hear. 
    F                    Dm 
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, 
    F      E        Am 
and not a soul to hear