Chords for Holy modal rounders - Spring of '65.mp4

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_ [Dm] _ _ I woke up one morning [G] in the spring of [Dm] 65 considering myself lucky [C] to be found [Am] alive.
[Dm] I hitched up my horses, [C] my business to pursue.
[Dm] Instead of hauling four [C] loads, I only [Dm] hauled two.
I had my fill of plowing [C] before the [D] sun was high.
[Dm] The sunshine made my head feel [C] strange, it [Am] wasn't on its try.
[D] So I unhitched my mule [C] and saddled [Am] up my mare.
[D] And rode down to the grocery [C] to see what's [Dm] doing there. _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Am] _ [Dm] _ _ [D] Now, farming folk were miles around [C] were gathered [Dm] in the store.
Each saying that he never left [C] his plow so [Am] soon before.
[D] Well, talking of the mystery [C] of [G] God's [C] unfolding [Dm] will.
Old man Hawkins brought a [C] load whiskey [Dm] from his still.
Now, most of us had never [C] drunk so early [Dm] in the day.
But since today was special, [Am] we got drunk anyway.
[Dm] We got so drunk and crazy [C] that we all did agree.
[Dm] To meet that very night [C] where the fiddle [D] was to be. _ _ _
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_ [C] _ _ [D] _ [Dm] The night was clear as [C] crystal, the moon [Dm] was full and bright.
And nothing [G] looked familiar [C] in that pale [G] [F] unearthly light.
[Dm] There was no wind, no calling [C] birds, in fact it was so [F] still.
[G] [Dm] I scarcely drew a breath [C] till I reached [Dm] Laurel Hill.
I'll tell you of our party [C] and how [Dm] it did commence.
When four of [D] us jolly [C] boys got on the floor to dance.
[D] The fiddler being a willin', [C] his arm being strong.
[D] He played the crippled kingfisher [Am] about [D] four hours long. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ see the morning star, [C] boys, I guess we [D] danced enough.
We'll spend another hour [C] in paying cash for cup.
[Dm] We'll go back to our plows, [C] we'll whistle [Am] and we'll sing.
[D] We never shall be guilty [C] of another [D] such a thing.
Come all you newsy women who gather news about.
Don't tell no tales upon [Am] us, we're bad enough without.
[D] Don't tell no tales upon [C] us and kick up [Am] any fuss.
[Dm] You'll be [D] guilty of the same [C] thing, perhaps a [Dm] whole lot worse. _ _ _ _
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