Chords for Don Bowman - Wildwood Weed

Tempo:
68.75 bpm
Chords used:

C

G

F

D

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Don Bowman - Wildwood Weed chords
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[G]
Go lay down, Dole.
[C] [G]
[C] Then speak up, Notes.
Stuff grew wild in our yard back [G] home.
We never gave it [C] much thought.
We kind of figured it was flowers or some kind of [G] weeds.
We didn't know what the [C] heck it was called.
And then one day I was standing there [F] talking,
reached down for a [C] weed to chew on.
Things got fuzzy and then he got blurred
and [G] everybody was [C] gone.
My brother was [D] standing there when I come to
and he [C] asked me what was wrong with my eyes.
I told him it was last season chewing them weeds.
He figured he'd give it a try.
Well, we looked all morning and half of night.
Then we found my brother, Bill.
He was just kind of sitting there [G] smiling on top of a windmill.
Next day we picked a big bunch of them weeds,
put them in the sun to dry.
Oh, yes, we did.
Then we mashed them, cleaned them up,
[G] smoked them in a corn cob [C] pipe.
Boy, it wasn't long, word [F] got around,
[C] people was coming from miles.
Always got there griping and tarring.
[G] When they [C] left, they was all smiles.
[C] Of course, all good things got to come to [G] an end.
It's the same with [C] our weeds.
There was this rat fink from Washington [G] drop by,
[C] turned white as a sheet.
Well, he dug and burned, burned, [F] dug.
He had killed all our [C] cute little weeds as he drove away.
We just sit there and wait, sitting there on that sack of seeds.
[N]
Key:  
C
3211
G
2131
F
134211111
D
1321
C
3211
G
2131
F
134211111
D
1321
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
Go lay down, Dole.
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _
[C] Then speak up, Notes.
Stuff grew wild in our yard back [G] home.
We never gave it [C] much thought.
_ We kind of figured it was flowers or some kind of [G] weeds.
We didn't know what the [C] heck it was called.
And then one day I was standing there [F] talking,
reached down for a [C] weed to chew on.
Things got fuzzy and then he got blurred
and [G] everybody was [C] gone.
_ _ My brother was [D] standing there when I come to
and he [C] asked me what was wrong with my eyes.
_ I told him it was last season chewing them weeds.
He figured he'd give it a try.
_ Well, we looked all morning and half of night.
Then we found my brother, Bill.
He was just kind of sitting there [G] smiling on top of a windmill.
Next day we picked a big bunch of them weeds,
put them in the sun to dry.
Oh, yes, we did.
Then we mashed them, cleaned them up,
[G] smoked them in a corn cob [C] pipe.
_ Boy, it wasn't long, word [F] got around,
[C] people was coming from miles.
Always got there griping and tarring.
[G] When they [C] left, they was all smiles.
[C] Of course, all good things got to come to [G] an end.
It's the same with [C] our weeds.
There was this rat fink from Washington [G] drop by,
[C] turned white as a sheet.
Well, he dug and burned, burned, [F] dug.
He had killed all our [C] cute little weeds as he drove away.
We just sit there and wait, sitting there on that sack of seeds.
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _

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