Chords for Dust Bowl Children - Peter Rowan Band

_ _ _ _ [Fm] Where will all be [Cm] dustbowl children when the green grass fields are gone?
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_ _ Apart from [G] fanfare and the grand old opry, most of the live music in Nashville is bluegrass.
Peter Rowan used to play with Bill Monroe.
My mama's name was Hannibal, my mama [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
was_
Everything we owned got all burned up in the Great Depression [G] fire. _ _ _ _ _
Crippled _ mines and the one-crop farming drained the [C] green earth dry. _ _ _ _
Yeah, we lost it all, the lonely lover left her lover, one thing money [G] can't buy.
_ _ _ Yeah, where are the _ _ _ _ dustbowl children?
_ _ _ _ _ Singing _
[Gm] the _ [G] _ _ dustbowl song.
_ _ _ Well, the crops won't grow _ _ and the dust just blows.
_ _ _ [F] When the green [G] fields are gone, [F] when the green grass growing [G] fields are gone,
_ [F] when the green [G] fields are gone, [F] when the green grass growing [G] fields are gone. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I was [G] walking down the street in Nashville one day recently and I was just [C] looking at all those fans
walking around listening to records coming over loudspeakers [G] and buying ticky-tacky things
in a dream world of this is country music.
And it's really a dream world of the [C] selling of country music.
But I felt from them something that country [G] music feeds off of.
It's their fantasy world.
You could almost see it.
These people were walking around in a cloud of [C] dreams and you could almost _ be_
It was almost nourishing, [Gm] you know.
You could feel their [G] imagination so strong that it made you_
It sparked your imagination to make you kind of _ [C] maybe write a song.
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[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Fiddle [C] player Mark O'Connor used to enter all the major competitions.
[G] Now he only judges them.
_ _ _ _ _ They told me down in Nashville _ I'd find work of every [C] _ _ _ kind.
_ The only job I ever found down there was a _ [G] _ _
_ _ waiting_
_ Once I had a dollar, _ _ _ _ once I [C] had a _ dream. _ _ _ _
Now all the work is being done by a big old [G] machine.
_ _ _ _ Yeah, we're all _ _ _ _ _ _ _ children.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] We're young, _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
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we're not old at all. _ _ _
Well, the crops don't _ grow. _ _
_ And the grass just blooms. _
_ _ [F] When the green fields [G] are grown.
_ [F] When the green grass growing [G] fields are grown.
_ [F] When the green _ [G] fields are grown.
_ When the [F] green grass growing [G] fields are _ grown.
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ Let [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
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[G] _ _ _ _ [F] the green fields grow [G] [Gm] strong.
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_ [G] _ _ _ [F] There's a green grass revolution coming [G] on.
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_ [G] _ _ _ [F] Let the green [G] fields grow strong.
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_ [G] _ _ _ [D] A grass revival [G] coming on.
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ Let the grass revival come on.
Let the green fields [G] grow strong.
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_ [G] Let _ [F] the green grass revival come [G] on.
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[G] _ Let _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ [G] _ the green fields _ [F] _ _ _
[G] _ _ grow [F] strong. _ _
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So this old boy died and went to heaven.
He asked St.
Peter when he got to the gate, he
said, now I want to go over to the bluegrass part of heaven because I love bluegrass music.
_ And St.
Peter said, well, all right, come on, follow me.
And they went over there through
holy roller, rock and roll arrow heaven and _ _ _ _ all the different _ levels and hierarchies.
And they finally got up to this _ ethereal and beautiful place.
It was bluegrass heaven where
all the bluegrass fans and all the bluegrass artists go.
_ And he saw all his favorite _ artists
through the immortal portals _ playing their instruments and singing their songs.
And they
wandered by each one, banjo pickers and guitar pickers and fiddle players, bass players.
And finally, over near a big old rosy cloud was this old man with a white beard and long
_ hair with wings on his back.
He was playing on a mandolin, really just going at it. _
And
the newly arrived asked St.
Peter, he said, well, who's that?
And St.
Peter said, oh,
that's God.
He