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 thatʼs 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 oʼer his hall, F E Dm with no one there to hear. F Dm Yes now the rains weep oʼer his hall, F E Dm and not a soul to hear