Broken Plow Chords by Chris Knight
Tempo:
86.1 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Dm
F
C
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Dm]
Load up the old dad's truck, [Bb] we'll leave what we can't sell.
[Dm] Nobody needs to share coppers too, [Bb] or dust feel well.
[Dm]
Take you one last look [Bb] around, shed you one last tear.
[D] For the broken plow, the broken [Dm] dreams, and life we're leaving here.
Pull the lines down tight, the kids can [Bb] ride on top of the load.
And in the cool of the night, they can crawl underneath the [Bb] tarp to stay out of the cold.
[D]
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand, [Bb] we'll cross them tired and torn.
If [D] this beat up truck can carry us far enough away from the storm.
[Dm] [F] We're going to California, [Fm] there's [C] work there for a man.
[F] Too proud to beg for charity, too [C] poor to [Bb] make a stand.
[F] Pray it's just the [G] land we're [C] losing, not my [F] last blood [Bb] that I leave.
[Dm] On the handles of that broken plow, [Bb] that haunts me in my dreams.
[A] A [Dm]
man at a roadside station don't [Bb] like dealing with my kind.
[Dm] He beat me out of my last dollar and never [Bb] looked me in the eye.
[Dm]
I heard him call us Hokies, [Bb] hell I don't know what that means.
[D] But something tells me the promised land ain't as promising [Dm] as it seems.
[F] We're going to California, [C] there's work there for a man.
[F] Too proud to beg for [F] charity, too [C] poor to make a stand.
Pray it's just the land [C] we're losing, not my last blood [F] that I leave.
[Dm] On the handles of that broken plow, [Bb] that haunts me in [Dm] my dreams.
[Dm]
[Bb] This restless road is [Dm] full of strangers, [Bb]
there ain't no stranger that I [Dm] am.
[Bb] Hardened faces [Dm] dam the dust and curse the wind.
That drove us from life and home we'll never know again.
[F] But we're going to California, [C] there's work there for a man.
[Bb] Too proud to beg [F] for charity, [C] too poor to [F] make a stand.
Pray it's just the land [C] we're losing, not my last blood [F] that I leave.
On the handles of that broken plow, that haunts me in my dreams.
On the handles of that broken [Bb] plow, that haunts me in [Dm] my dreams.
Load up the old dad's truck, [Bb] we'll leave what we can't sell.
[Dm] Nobody needs to share coppers too, [Bb] or dust feel well.
[Dm]
Take you one last look [Bb] around, shed you one last tear.
[D] For the broken plow, the broken [Dm] dreams, and life we're leaving here.
Pull the lines down tight, the kids can [Bb] ride on top of the load.
And in the cool of the night, they can crawl underneath the [Bb] tarp to stay out of the cold.
[D]
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand, [Bb] we'll cross them tired and torn.
If [D] this beat up truck can carry us far enough away from the storm.
[Dm] [F] We're going to California, [Fm] there's [C] work there for a man.
[F] Too proud to beg for charity, too [C] poor to [Bb] make a stand.
[F] Pray it's just the [G] land we're [C] losing, not my [F] last blood [Bb] that I leave.
[Dm] On the handles of that broken plow, [Bb] that haunts me in my dreams.
[A] A [Dm]
man at a roadside station don't [Bb] like dealing with my kind.
[Dm] He beat me out of my last dollar and never [Bb] looked me in the eye.
[Dm]
I heard him call us Hokies, [Bb] hell I don't know what that means.
[D] But something tells me the promised land ain't as promising [Dm] as it seems.
[F] We're going to California, [C] there's work there for a man.
[F] Too proud to beg for [F] charity, too [C] poor to make a stand.
Pray it's just the land [C] we're losing, not my last blood [F] that I leave.
[Dm] On the handles of that broken plow, [Bb] that haunts me in [Dm] my dreams.
[Dm]
[Bb] This restless road is [Dm] full of strangers, [Bb]
there ain't no stranger that I [Dm] am.
[Bb] Hardened faces [Dm] dam the dust and curse the wind.
That drove us from life and home we'll never know again.
[F] But we're going to California, [C] there's work there for a man.
[Bb] Too proud to beg [F] for charity, [C] too poor to [F] make a stand.
Pray it's just the land [C] we're losing, not my last blood [F] that I leave.
On the handles of that broken plow, that haunts me in my dreams.
On the handles of that broken [Bb] plow, that haunts me in [Dm] my dreams.
Key:
Bb
Dm
F
C
D
Bb
Dm
F
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Load up the old dad's truck, [Bb] we'll leave what we can't sell.
[Dm] _ Nobody needs to share coppers too, [Bb] or dust feel well.
[Dm] _
Take you one last look [Bb] around, shed you one last tear.
[D] For the broken plow, the broken [Dm] dreams, and life we're leaving here. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pull the lines down tight, the kids can [Bb] ride on top of the load.
And in the cool of the night, they can crawl underneath the [Bb] tarp to stay out of the cold.
_ [D]
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand, [Bb] we'll cross them tired and torn.
If [D] this beat up truck can carry us far enough away from the storm.
[Dm] _ _ [F] We're going to California, [Fm] there's [C] work there for a man.
[F] Too proud to beg for charity, too [C] poor to [Bb] make a stand.
_ _ [F] Pray it's just the [G] land we're [C] losing, not my [F] last blood [Bb] that I leave. _
_ [Dm] On the handles of that broken plow, [Bb] that haunts me in my dreams.
[A] A [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ man at a roadside station don't [Bb] like dealing with my kind.
[Dm] He beat me out of my last dollar and never [Bb] looked me in the eye.
[Dm]
I heard him call us Hokies, [Bb] hell I don't know what that means.
[D] But something tells me the promised land ain't as promising [Dm] as it seems.
_ _ _ [F] We're going to California, [C] there's work there for a man.
[F] Too proud to beg for [F] charity, too [C] poor to make a stand.
_ _ Pray it's just the land [C] we're losing, not my last blood [F] that I leave. _
_ [Dm] On the handles of that broken plow, [Bb] that haunts me in [Dm] my dreams. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] This restless road is [Dm] full of strangers, _ _ _ [Bb] _
there ain't no stranger that I [Dm] am. _ _
_ [Bb] _ Hardened faces [Dm] dam the dust and curse the wind.
That drove us from life and home we'll never know again.
_ _ [F] But we're going to California, [C] there's work there for a man.
[Bb] Too proud to beg [F] for charity, [C] too poor to [F] make a stand.
_ _ Pray it's just the land [C] we're losing, not my last blood [F] that I leave.
_ _ On the handles of that broken plow, that haunts me in my dreams. _ _
On the handles of that broken [Bb] plow, that haunts me in [Dm] my dreams. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Load up the old dad's truck, [Bb] we'll leave what we can't sell.
[Dm] _ Nobody needs to share coppers too, [Bb] or dust feel well.
[Dm] _
Take you one last look [Bb] around, shed you one last tear.
[D] For the broken plow, the broken [Dm] dreams, and life we're leaving here. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Pull the lines down tight, the kids can [Bb] ride on top of the load.
And in the cool of the night, they can crawl underneath the [Bb] tarp to stay out of the cold.
_ [D]
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand, [Bb] we'll cross them tired and torn.
If [D] this beat up truck can carry us far enough away from the storm.
[Dm] _ _ [F] We're going to California, [Fm] there's [C] work there for a man.
[F] Too proud to beg for charity, too [C] poor to [Bb] make a stand.
_ _ [F] Pray it's just the [G] land we're [C] losing, not my [F] last blood [Bb] that I leave. _
_ [Dm] On the handles of that broken plow, [Bb] that haunts me in my dreams.
[A] A [Dm] _ _ _
_ _ _ man at a roadside station don't [Bb] like dealing with my kind.
[Dm] He beat me out of my last dollar and never [Bb] looked me in the eye.
[Dm]
I heard him call us Hokies, [Bb] hell I don't know what that means.
[D] But something tells me the promised land ain't as promising [Dm] as it seems.
_ _ _ [F] We're going to California, [C] there's work there for a man.
[F] Too proud to beg for [F] charity, too [C] poor to make a stand.
_ _ Pray it's just the land [C] we're losing, not my last blood [F] that I leave. _
_ [Dm] On the handles of that broken plow, [Bb] that haunts me in [Dm] my dreams. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] This restless road is [Dm] full of strangers, _ _ _ [Bb] _
there ain't no stranger that I [Dm] am. _ _
_ [Bb] _ Hardened faces [Dm] dam the dust and curse the wind.
That drove us from life and home we'll never know again.
_ _ [F] But we're going to California, [C] there's work there for a man.
[Bb] Too proud to beg [F] for charity, [C] too poor to [F] make a stand.
_ _ Pray it's just the land [C] we're losing, not my last blood [F] that I leave.
_ _ On the handles of that broken plow, that haunts me in my dreams. _ _
On the handles of that broken [Bb] plow, that haunts me in [Dm] my dreams. _ _ _ _
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