Dm A Dm A And who are you, the proud lord said, Gm C that I must bow so low, F C F C Only a cat of a different coat, Gm A thatʼs all the truth I know. Dm A Dm A In a coat of gold or a coat of red, Gm C a lion still has claws, F C F C And mine are long and sharp, my lord, Gm Dm as long and sharp as yours. Dm A And so he spoke, and so he spoke, Dm A that Lord of Castamere, Bb Gm But now the rains weep oʼer his hall, Dm A Dm with no and not a soul to hear.