Chords for Empty Handed - Andy Irvine on The Jeannie Johnson

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_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [G] the rains are [Am] late this year, [C] again the fields are [B] dry, the [C] crops are dead.
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[F] _ Today the bank [F] refused to give me [G]
an extension on my loan. _ _
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[F] _ _ _ _ _ [G] No _
_ [Am] _ _ [F] money [D] in my pocket for [G] the fare, [C] no friendly face [F] with me, my [G] disappointment to [F] share. _ _
_ [C] In [Em] failure and in poverty [F#] we [F] always feel alone. _ _ _ _
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It's not the [Fm] setting sun that makes [Em] my things look _ [C] red, you [F] rich will never _
[F#] understand _ [C] it.
[Fm] If I walk as if my [G] shoes are made of lead, [Am] it's the shame of [F] coming back [F#] home [F] empty _ _ handed.
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_ [G] _ _ _ _ [F] _ My [G] arms and back [Am] are strong and I [Cm] have worked all the hours [F] to pick wood [C] lords. _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] But for all [C] my efforts I have had [G] so very [Am] little in _
[B] _ [C] return.
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[Fm] The soil is too [G] unyielding for the plough, [A] too hard to [F] soften with the [G] sweat that trickles from [F] my brow.
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The crops are [Em] weak but there [Am] is almost nothing [F] left to burn. _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ It's not [F] the setting sun that [C] makes [G] my things look [C] red, [F] you rich will never _ [F#] understand [C] it.
If [F] I walk as [C] if my shoes [G] are made of lead, [E] it's the [F] shame of coming back [G] home _ [F] empty _ _ [Am] handed. _
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_ _ _ _ [F] My [G] savings went [Am] to buy this land but all it's good [C] for is to [F] _ [Am] bury _ [C] me. _ _
[F] _ _ Unless [G] I find a way to [C] make it [G] pay that could be [F] _ very _
_ [C] soon.
_ _ [Am] _ The [C] future that I [G] dreamed as a young man _
[Am] is without like the [Fm] crop [G] beneath the sun, _
[F] relenting sun.
[C] _ _ _ The very [G] one that makes this [Am] such a lovely [F]
afternoon. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ It's not [F] the setting sun that [Em] makes my things look [C] red, [F] you rich will never [Em] _ understand [C] it.
If I [F] walk as if [C] my shoes are made of [G] lead, it's [E] the [F] shame of coming back [F#] home [Fm] empty _ _ [Am] handed. _ _
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What would happen [Am] if I just kept [C] right on [Em] walking till [F] I _ [C] _ disappeared?
_ _ [G] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [G] Would they miss [E] me if I had [C] a mind the country _
[A] side to [C] run? _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ [F] They followed me in [G] hopes of paradise, _ [F] the one thing I can't do [G] right now is look [F] them in the [C] eye. _
_ _ I wish this [G] road would swallow [Am] me and never [F] take me home. _ _
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[C] _ It's [F] not the setting sun [Em] that makes my things look [C] red, [F] you rich will never _ [F#] understand [C] it.
If [F] I walk as if my [G] shoes are made of lead, [Am] it's the shame [F] of coming back home [C] empty _ _ handed.
_ It's [F] not the setting sun [Em] that makes my things look _ [C] red, you [F] rich will never [B] understand [C] _ it.
[F] If I walk as if my shoes [G] are made of lead, [E] it's the shame [F] of coming back [F#] home [Fm] empty _
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