Chords for Bruce Cockburn - Dust And Diesel

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_ [Bb] _ _ [F] Battered buses jammed up to the roof, [Eb] dust and [F] diesel and predated themes. _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ Farmers sneaking on the truck in front, feet [C] trailing over [F] like strolling degrees.
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_ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ My little girl directing traffic flow, 45s capped over cotton braided _ [Bb] dress.
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_ [Bb] _ [F] _ [C] My rump of brown and [F] bristled limbs give me a moment's [C] loneliness.
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_ [Bb] _ _ [Dm] Tires [Bb] jammed and diesel [C] _
rise like incense [Bb] from the road.
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_ _ _ [Bb] Smoke out of [C] my brain for the revolution [Bb] warning.
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_ _ _ [F] Headlights pick out small sack of corn, one lone tarantula standing guard.
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_ _ _ We pull up and stop, but she ambles off.
[Bb] Discretion, what's the better [F] part of guards?
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_ _ _ _ Rodrigo, the government driver, jumps out.
He's got chickens who can use the feed.
_ [Bb] [F] We _ _ _ [C] sweep [Bb] the ash off our [F] hands and knees, fill up his trunk with dusty yellow [C] [F] seeds. _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ [F] [Bb] Dust and diesel [C] _
rise like incense [Bb] from the [F] road.
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[C] _ _ _ [F] Smoke [Bb] out [C] of my brain for the revolution [F] [Bb] warning.
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