Chords for Levon Helm "Poor Old Dirt Farmer" Official Music Video
Tempo:
77.525 bpm
Chords used:
C
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C#
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[C#] Well, they sure are killing this country, I know that.
My hometown is gone.
I mean, it's just gone.
There ain't been a new bridge or a new road or school.
Ain't the [C] only thing they built is jailhouses.
[G]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] [C]
Oh, the poor old dirt farmer, he's lost all his corn.
[G]
[C] [G] He can't pay [C] off his loan.
He lost all his corn.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he only grows stone.
He grows them on down [G] till they're big enough [C] to grow.
[G] He grows them on down till the tax [C] man in town, [G] he [C] grows them on down.
[Gm] I thought about you [Am] the other night, Mr.
[C] Gill.
I was watching the History [G] Channel.
Oh, yeah.
They had the Battle of [C] Iwo Jima on.
Oh, [G] yeah.
[C] I sometimes wonder how I ever made it, you know.
Now, the poor old dirt farmer, [Em] [C]
his wife and his [G] children, they packed up [C] and gone.
Packed up [G] and gone.
He left [C] all his loans.
[G] They packed [C]
up.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, [G] how bad he [C] must feel.
He fell off [Gm] his [G] tractor off onto [C] their wheels.
And [G] now his head's shaped [C] like a tree, [G] but he ain't [C] quite dead.
[G]
[C] [G] I read myself.
[C]
[G] I read myself.
I didn't know [C] what my mama was, my daddy, and he was drunk of all kinds.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he can't grow no corn.
He can't grow no [G] corn, cause [C] he ain't got a loan.
He ain't [G] got a loan.
He can't [C] grow no corn.
[G] He [C] ain't got no loan.
[E] [G]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] [C] Everybody calls me Jack.
[Gm] I know it, [G] but my mom and dad would roll over if I started calling you Jack.
You know, back then, Mr.
Gill, if you didn't say sir and mister and stuff, you know, it
was straight to the woodshed, you know.
My hometown is gone.
I mean, it's just gone.
There ain't been a new bridge or a new road or school.
Ain't the [C] only thing they built is jailhouses.
[G]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] [C]
Oh, the poor old dirt farmer, he's lost all his corn.
[G]
[C] [G] He can't pay [C] off his loan.
He lost all his corn.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he only grows stone.
He grows them on down [G] till they're big enough [C] to grow.
[G] He grows them on down till the tax [C] man in town, [G] he [C] grows them on down.
[Gm] I thought about you [Am] the other night, Mr.
[C] Gill.
I was watching the History [G] Channel.
Oh, yeah.
They had the Battle of [C] Iwo Jima on.
Oh, [G] yeah.
[C] I sometimes wonder how I ever made it, you know.
Now, the poor old dirt farmer, [Em] [C]
his wife and his [G] children, they packed up [C] and gone.
Packed up [G] and gone.
He left [C] all his loans.
[G] They packed [C]
up.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, [G] how bad he [C] must feel.
He fell off [Gm] his [G] tractor off onto [C] their wheels.
And [G] now his head's shaped [C] like a tree, [G] but he ain't [C] quite dead.
[G]
[C] [G] I read myself.
[C]
[G] I read myself.
I didn't know [C] what my mama was, my daddy, and he was drunk of all kinds.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he can't grow no corn.
He can't grow no [G] corn, cause [C] he ain't got a loan.
He ain't [G] got a loan.
He can't [C] grow no corn.
[G] He [C] ain't got no loan.
[E] [G]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] [C] Everybody calls me Jack.
[Gm] I know it, [G] but my mom and dad would roll over if I started calling you Jack.
You know, back then, Mr.
Gill, if you didn't say sir and mister and stuff, you know, it
was straight to the woodshed, you know.
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_ _ _ _ _ [C#] Well, they sure are killing this country, I know that.
My hometown is gone.
I mean, it's just gone.
There ain't been a new bridge or a new road or school.
Ain't the [C] only thing they built is jailhouses.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, the poor old dirt farmer, he's lost all his corn.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ He can't pay [C] off his loan.
He lost all his corn. _ _ _
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he only grows stone.
_ _ _ He grows them on down [G] till they're big enough [C] to grow.
[G] He grows them on down till the tax [C] man in town, [G] he [C] grows them on down. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] I thought about you [Am] the other night, Mr.
[C] Gill.
I was watching the History [G] Channel.
Oh, yeah.
They had the Battle of [C] Iwo Jima on.
Oh, [G] yeah.
[C] I sometimes wonder how I ever made it, you know. _ _
Now, the poor old dirt farmer, [Em] _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ his wife and his [G] children, they packed up [C] and gone.
Packed up [G] and gone.
He left [C] all his loans.
[G] They packed _ [C] _ _ _ _
up.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, [G] how bad he [C] must feel.
_ _ He fell off [Gm] his [G] tractor off onto [C] their wheels.
And [G] now his head's shaped [C] like a tree, [G] but he ain't [C] quite dead. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] I read myself.
[C] _
[G] I read myself.
I didn't know [C] what my mama was, my daddy, and he was drunk of all kinds.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he can't grow no corn.
_ _ _ He can't grow no [G] corn, cause [C] he ain't got a loan.
He ain't [G] got a loan.
He can't [C] grow no corn.
[G] He [C] ain't got no loan. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [G] _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ Everybody calls me Jack.
[Gm] I know it, [G] but my mom and dad would roll over if I started calling you Jack.
You know, back then, Mr.
Gill, if you didn't say sir and mister and stuff, you know, it
was straight to the woodshed, you know. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] Well, they sure are killing this country, I know that.
My hometown is gone.
I mean, it's just gone.
There ain't been a new bridge or a new road or school.
Ain't the [C] only thing they built is jailhouses.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, the poor old dirt farmer, he's lost all his corn.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ He can't pay [C] off his loan.
He lost all his corn. _ _ _
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he only grows stone.
_ _ _ He grows them on down [G] till they're big enough [C] to grow.
[G] He grows them on down till the tax [C] man in town, [G] he [C] grows them on down. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] I thought about you [Am] the other night, Mr.
[C] Gill.
I was watching the History [G] Channel.
Oh, yeah.
They had the Battle of [C] Iwo Jima on.
Oh, [G] yeah.
[C] I sometimes wonder how I ever made it, you know. _ _
Now, the poor old dirt farmer, [Em] _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ his wife and his [G] children, they packed up [C] and gone.
Packed up [G] and gone.
He left [C] all his loans.
[G] They packed _ [C] _ _ _ _
up.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, [G] how bad he [C] must feel.
_ _ He fell off [Gm] his [G] tractor off onto [C] their wheels.
And [G] now his head's shaped [C] like a tree, [G] but he ain't [C] quite dead. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] I read myself.
[C] _
[G] I read myself.
I didn't know [C] what my mama was, my daddy, and he was drunk of all kinds.
Well, the poor old dirt farmer, he can't grow no corn.
_ _ _ He can't grow no [G] corn, cause [C] he ain't got a loan.
He ain't [G] got a loan.
He can't [C] grow no corn.
[G] He [C] ain't got no loan. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [G] _
[C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ Everybody calls me Jack.
[Gm] I know it, [G] but my mom and dad would roll over if I started calling you Jack.
You know, back then, Mr.
Gill, if you didn't say sir and mister and stuff, you know, it
was straight to the woodshed, you know. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _