Chords for Eric Taylor Live at the Red Shack

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You know my mama walked that plow job. _
_ _ You know my mama walked [B] that plow.
_ _ _ [E] She just weren't worth nothing.
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[E] Come sundown. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ You know my daddy walked that plow job.
_ _ _ _ You know my daddy walked [B] that plow.
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She just weren't worth nothing. _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [E] Come sundown. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ You know thanks to Mr.
Roosevelt and Henry Ford, we won't have to cheat him you'll know.
_ Honey we'll be cutting roads up to your back door.
Get down John, get up Mule, let me hear that jingling sound.
_ We can get a new Ford, _ 450 down, _ down, _ down, down. _ _ _
_ Eric is a writer and he happens to write songs.
He happens to have a great sense of melody.
But he's a word guy and _ [Eb] _
meeting Eric and listening to his songs taught me that _ a song
[Em] _ didn't just have to be a cute turn of phrase with a catchy melody that you [F] hear on the radio.
A song could be about something.
And a song [D] could have a narrative quality.
It could tell a [Fm] story.
And a song could be filled [C] with _
_ [F] images _ that filled in all the blanks in that narrative.
And allowed your imagination _ to _ [C] _ [Bb] blow it up [C] to 70 million.
[Gm] Put it on the big screen.
And that's what Eric's songs [Bb] do.
_ [F] Eric taught me that every word, every word in a song matters. _ _
_ Well the good times scratched a laugh from [Bb] the lungs of the young men. _
In a Deadwood saloon, _ _ [C] South Dakota afternoon.
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_ _ _ [F] And the old ones by the door [Bb] with their heads to [F] their chest.
They told [Gm] lies about whiskey _ [C]
on a woman's brain. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] Yes and some tell the story of [Dm] young Mickey [F]
Freed.
_ _ [Gm] He lost an eye to a buck deer in the [C] Tongue River Valley. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] Yes and some tell the [F] _ story of California [C] Joe.
He sent [G] word that the Black Hills, there was a mountain of gold. _
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And [Dm] the gold she laid [Am] cold [F] [Bb] in her pocket.
_ _ _ _ [Dm] And the sun she sets [Am] down [F] on the tree. _
_ _ [D] And they'll thank the Lord, [Am] thank the Lord [Bb] for this land that they live in.
_ _ _ _ _ [F] Where a white man looks like he pleases.
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And a man like he pleases.
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_ _ _ _ a man like he pleases. _
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_ _ _ _ _ Oh _ _ _ _ yeah.
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