Chords for Foghorn String Band 'Damned Old Piney Mountain'

_ [B] _ _ This one [Eb] comes from a fellow [B] named Craig Johnson who went to visit an old logger and kind of wrote a [Abm] song based on the
Conversation he had that day [B] with him.
It's called damn.
Don't piney mountain
_ [Abm] _ [N] _ _
Sit down buddy.
I will drink and [Cm] smoke women.
Don't you weep for me?
My hands can't fiddle and my heart's been broke [N] you damn.
No, I
_ Lost my fingers in a gay last meal, but he sings sad old song
And my heart's been broken a you pine hills
_ And my time _ _
Started in the logging when I said my prime women don't you weep for me?
Hitching up a spruce to the big drag line them no piney
Mountain when the skid starts a bucking and the gears come down, but he sing a sad old song
Making God's own thunder on the new cut ground
_ And my time
_ We was fighting over nothing and a drinking too hard women don't you weep for me?
Riding up to camp on a flatbed truck.
You damn.
No piney
_ 30 years of hanging on the old chain break, but he sing a sad old song
God laid off and paid off in 58 Lord
in my time long
_ Not a skidder got sold to the scrap iron yard women.
Don't you weep for me?
And I moved down, Virginia when the times got hard you damn.
No piney
Mountain and I lost my fingers to the steel bandsaw, but he sing a sad old song
Now my fiddle just hangs on tuned on the wall
_ In my time _ _
Now it's all grown up on the logging road women don't you weep for me?
And the wildflowers bloom where the big shades blowed you damn.
No piney
Mountain and there's nothing left for me, but to drink and smoke
But he sings sad old song and my hands can't feel and my heart's been broke _ Lord
in my time long _ _ _ _
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