Chords for Erik Petersen - Kentucky Anarchist

[C] This is about a beautiful woman that I met once, _ worked on her garden, _ and then went inside and she just cooked this vast spread, just all sorts of fare, and that was our reward, just meeting great people.
And this is a song about her.
_ It's called The Kentucky Anarchist. _ _
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_ _ _ I upon a [F] forgotten mountain top lay guarding, untended [G] and dry,
Twas [C] a yard that had [G] no children's [Am] feet running for [G] the mother long [F] ago [G] taught her children how to fly.
_ _ [C] Within a simple cabin, [F]
untouched by industrial hands, [Am] sat the aged mother [G] in her home.
_ [C] You can't escape [G] picture frames, [Am] there's too many, [G] she said.
[C] They keep me [G] from being [C]
alone, [G] yeah.
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Edmund, she spoke, he was an [F] honest man, [Am] he worked hard to put food on [G] our plates.
[C] Well, we had more [F] babies than we had arms, we struggled all [G] our lives but we [C] both were [G] great.
[C] And when my son [F] came home from the war, [Am] he rested his head [G] on my breast, and [C] said,
Ma, I'm tired [G] of being used and [Am] grinded down, [G] I feel so [F] low, can you make [G] me feel like [C] this?
[G] _ Said my [C] best friend Trudy, what a [F] savage man, [Am] he wore her like a badge [G] tattoo.
For [C] his only love was for [F] the bottle, she said, there's only [G] one thing left for me [C] to [G] do.
To be [C]
wild once again, [F] to take back my life, [Am] to run away, set [G] flames to the truck.
_ _ [C] He won't ever know what he's [Am] been [G] missing, I did [F] every day, [G] joy and freedom, [C] that's added [Em] _ [Am] love. _
[G] Yeah.
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_ _ _ So these are the stories [F] that this mother spoke to me [Am] as I brought her garden [G] back to grow.
_ [C] I was rewarded with a warm [F] meal, tales never to be heard, some [G] call it poverty but they'll never know.
She [C] said, oh, I got my [Am] stories and my folk guitar, my crops have all come [G] and gone away.
I got [C] a head full of recipes [F] and pasted toothpaste, and I [G] like it to wake up angry.
[F] _ _ [C] Got a bad back from raising [F] my children, _ [Am] from hugging my husband [G] so tight.
_ [C] Well, I never cared much [Am] for any [G] government, I [F] got my Jesus [G] when I feel the [C] time is right.
[G] Singing I'm the richest [C] I'll ever [G] be, I embrace the world I [C] have all around me.
[G] So sing a [F] dying song [Am] and slap your knee, have [Em] a taste of true [C] anarchy.
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Yeah. [F] _ _ [G] _ [C] Anarchy.
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_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ [F] Anarchy.
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