Chords for 30 Years Of Farming - James King
Tempo:
128.6 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
I heard a little white note on the gate by the road that [C] a man put up every [G] day.
And when we saw it, we all ran out [A] just to see what it [D] had to say.
[G] And when we read it, our eyes fell to it [C] as a very little old [G] heart clang.
Some of mine for morning, some of mine for clothing, some of [D] mine for [G] lending me.
And on the post by the general store [C] there,
[G] Then I took sale the day after tomorrow [A] at the Indian [D] Grove.
I ain't getting no more [G] than thirty years, thirty years, [C]
thirty [G] years.
Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, [D] nothing there [G] to say.
[C]
[G] Chris Hill one time.
[A]
[D] [G]
Evan Prater.
[C]
[Gm] [G]
Now my mama's tears fell freely down [C] when she walked along the flowers [G] in the yard.
And every number the auctioneer called [A] like a blow to [D] Fred's heart.
[G] And every number the auctioneer called [C] meant a little thing sold [G] that day.
We stood there watching while everything was auctioned and they loaded it [D] and hauled it [G] away.
And on the post by the general store [C] there,
[G] Then I took sale the day after tomorrow [A] at the Indian [D] Grove.
Ain't getting no more than [G] thirty years of farming, thirty years of [C] mining, thirty years of [G] digging.
Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, nothing [D] there [G] to say.
I threw my box around the [C] hands of the old Fred [G] Avery.
I threw [A] my box at Mr.
John Wade [D] on the couch in the bay.
[G]
Well, let's hear another one for all the fathers.
Mr.
James Keating.
At the day's first dawning we woke this morning there was nothing for us to dig.
No hay in the meadow, no feed in the grain ray, no cattle tractors, no tools.
We loaded up the cart, took a cold brew, [C] and a few bags of bannocks.
[G] Mama read from us, we took one last look, and then we drove.
And on the post by the general store [C] they put up a little sign.
An auction sale the day [E] after tomorrow at the end of [Bm] Lincoln Line.
[G]
Thirty years of farming, [C]
[G] thirty years of mining, thirty years of digging.
Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, [D] nothing there [G] to say.
We'll make a little while, folks.
Thank you.
[A] [G]
[C#] [G#]
I heard a little white note on the gate by the road that [C] a man put up every [G] day.
And when we saw it, we all ran out [A] just to see what it [D] had to say.
[G] And when we read it, our eyes fell to it [C] as a very little old [G] heart clang.
Some of mine for morning, some of mine for clothing, some of [D] mine for [G] lending me.
And on the post by the general store [C] there,
[G] Then I took sale the day after tomorrow [A] at the Indian [D] Grove.
I ain't getting no more [G] than thirty years, thirty years, [C]
thirty [G] years.
Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, [D] nothing there [G] to say.
[C]
[G] Chris Hill one time.
[A]
[D] [G]
Evan Prater.
[C]
[Gm] [G]
Now my mama's tears fell freely down [C] when she walked along the flowers [G] in the yard.
And every number the auctioneer called [A] like a blow to [D] Fred's heart.
[G] And every number the auctioneer called [C] meant a little thing sold [G] that day.
We stood there watching while everything was auctioned and they loaded it [D] and hauled it [G] away.
And on the post by the general store [C] there,
[G] Then I took sale the day after tomorrow [A] at the Indian [D] Grove.
Ain't getting no more than [G] thirty years of farming, thirty years of [C] mining, thirty years of [G] digging.
Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, nothing [D] there [G] to say.
I threw my box around the [C] hands of the old Fred [G] Avery.
I threw [A] my box at Mr.
John Wade [D] on the couch in the bay.
[G]
Well, let's hear another one for all the fathers.
Mr.
James Keating.
At the day's first dawning we woke this morning there was nothing for us to dig.
No hay in the meadow, no feed in the grain ray, no cattle tractors, no tools.
We loaded up the cart, took a cold brew, [C] and a few bags of bannocks.
[G] Mama read from us, we took one last look, and then we drove.
And on the post by the general store [C] they put up a little sign.
An auction sale the day [E] after tomorrow at the end of [Bm] Lincoln Line.
[G]
Thirty years of farming, [C]
[G] thirty years of mining, thirty years of digging.
Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, [D] nothing there [G] to say.
We'll make a little while, folks.
Thank you.
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[C#] [G#]
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I heard a little white note on the gate by the road that [C] a man put up every _ [G] day.
_ And when we saw it, we all ran out [A] just to see what it [D] had to say.
_ [G] And when we read it, our eyes fell to it [C] as a very little old [G] heart clang.
_ _ Some of mine for morning, some of mine for clothing, some of [D] mine for [G] lending me.
_ And on the post by the general store [C] there,
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ Then I took sale the day after tomorrow [A] at the Indian [D] Grove.
I ain't getting no more [G] than thirty years, _ thirty years, _ [C] _
_ thirty [G] years.
_ _ Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, [D] nothing there [G] to say. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] Chris Hill one time. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ Evan Prater.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now my mama's tears fell freely down [C] when she walked along the flowers [G] in the yard. _
And every number the auctioneer called [A] like a blow to [D] Fred's heart. _
[G] And every number the auctioneer called [C] meant a little thing sold [G] that day. _
We stood there watching while everything was auctioned and they loaded it [D] and hauled it [G] away. _
And on the post by the general store [C] there,
_ [G] Then _ _ _ I took sale the day after tomorrow [A] at the Indian [D] Grove.
Ain't getting no more than [G] thirty years of farming, thirty years of [C] mining, thirty years of [G] digging.
_ _ Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, nothing [D] there [G] to say. _ _ _
_ _ I threw my box around the [C] hands of the old Fred [G] Avery. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I threw [A] my box at Mr.
John Wade [D] on the couch in the bay.
_ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, let's hear another one for all the fathers.
Mr.
_ James Keating. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ At the day's first dawning we woke this morning there was nothing for us to dig.
_ No hay in the meadow, no feed in the grain ray, no cattle tractors, no tools.
_ We loaded up the cart, took a cold brew, [C] and a few bags of bannocks.
_ _ [G] _ Mama read from us, we took one last look, and then we drove.
_ _ _ And on the post by the general store [C] they put up a little sign. _ _
An auction sale the day [E] after tomorrow at the end of [Bm] Lincoln Line.
_ [G]
Thirty years of farming, _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] thirty years of mining, thirty years of digging.
Oh, my daddy _ started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, [D] nothing there [G] to say.
_ We'll make a little while, folks.
Thank you.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I heard a little white note on the gate by the road that [C] a man put up every _ [G] day.
_ And when we saw it, we all ran out [A] just to see what it [D] had to say.
_ [G] And when we read it, our eyes fell to it [C] as a very little old [G] heart clang.
_ _ Some of mine for morning, some of mine for clothing, some of [D] mine for [G] lending me.
_ And on the post by the general store [C] there,
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ Then I took sale the day after tomorrow [A] at the Indian [D] Grove.
I ain't getting no more [G] than thirty years, _ thirty years, _ [C] _
_ thirty [G] years.
_ _ Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, [D] nothing there [G] to say. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] Chris Hill one time. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ Evan Prater.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Now my mama's tears fell freely down [C] when she walked along the flowers [G] in the yard. _
And every number the auctioneer called [A] like a blow to [D] Fred's heart. _
[G] And every number the auctioneer called [C] meant a little thing sold [G] that day. _
We stood there watching while everything was auctioned and they loaded it [D] and hauled it [G] away. _
And on the post by the general store [C] there,
_ [G] Then _ _ _ I took sale the day after tomorrow [A] at the Indian [D] Grove.
Ain't getting no more than [G] thirty years of farming, thirty years of [C] mining, thirty years of [G] digging.
_ _ Oh, my daddy started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, nothing [D] there [G] to say. _ _ _
_ _ I threw my box around the [C] hands of the old Fred [G] Avery. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I threw [A] my box at Mr.
John Wade [D] on the couch in the bay.
_ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, let's hear another one for all the fathers.
Mr.
_ James Keating. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ At the day's first dawning we woke this morning there was nothing for us to dig.
_ No hay in the meadow, no feed in the grain ray, no cattle tractors, no tools.
_ We loaded up the cart, took a cold brew, [C] and a few bags of bannocks.
_ _ [G] _ Mama read from us, we took one last look, and then we drove.
_ _ _ And on the post by the general store [C] they put up a little sign. _ _
An auction sale the day [E] after tomorrow at the end of [Bm] Lincoln Line.
_ [G]
Thirty years of farming, _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [G] thirty years of mining, thirty years of digging.
Oh, my daddy _ started talking the day tomorrow at the auction house, [D] nothing there [G] to say.
_ We'll make a little while, folks.
Thank you.
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#] _ _ _