Chords for Murray McLauchlan - The Farmers Song (1972)
Tempo:
50.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Dusty old farmer, out working your field, hanging down over your tractor [E] wheel.
The sun beating down turned the red paint to orange, and rusty old [A] patches of steel.
There's no farmer songs on that car radio, just cowboys, truck drivers, [D] and pain.
Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal, [Bm] and I hope there's no shortage [A] of rain.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the [E] face like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the city [A] to you.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face like a [E] shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you.
The combines gang up, ate most of the bread, things just ain't like they used [E] to be.
Though your kids are out after the American dream, and they're working in [A] big factories.
If I come by, when you're out in the sun, can I wave at you just like [D] a friend?
These days when everyone's taking so much, there's somebody [A] giving back in.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face [E] like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face [E] like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you.
The sun beating down turned the red paint to orange, and rusty old [A] patches of steel.
There's no farmer songs on that car radio, just cowboys, truck drivers, [D] and pain.
Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal, [Bm] and I hope there's no shortage [A] of rain.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the [E] face like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the city [A] to you.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face like a [E] shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you.
The combines gang up, ate most of the bread, things just ain't like they used [E] to be.
Though your kids are out after the American dream, and they're working in [A] big factories.
If I come by, when you're out in the sun, can I wave at you just like [D] a friend?
These days when everyone's taking so much, there's somebody [A] giving back in.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face [E] like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face [E] like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you.
Key:
A
E
D
Bm
A
E
D
Bm
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Dusty old farmer, out working your field, hanging down over your tractor [E] wheel.
The sun beating down turned the red paint to orange, and rusty old [A] patches of steel.
There's no farmer songs on that car radio, just cowboys, truck drivers, [D] and pain.
Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal, [Bm] and I hope there's no shortage [A] of rain. _ _
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the [E] face like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the city [A] to you.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face like a [E] shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you. _ _
The combines gang up, ate most of the bread, things just ain't like they used [E] to be.
Though your kids are out after the American dream, and they're working in [A] big factories.
If I come by, when you're out in the sun, can I wave at you just like [D] a friend?
These days when everyone's taking so much, there's somebody [A] giving back in. _
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face [E] like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face [E] like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you. _
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Dusty old farmer, out working your field, hanging down over your tractor [E] wheel.
The sun beating down turned the red paint to orange, and rusty old [A] patches of steel.
There's no farmer songs on that car radio, just cowboys, truck drivers, [D] and pain.
Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal, [Bm] and I hope there's no shortage [A] of rain. _ _
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the [E] face like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the city [A] to you.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face like a [E] shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you. _ _
The combines gang up, ate most of the bread, things just ain't like they used [E] to be.
Though your kids are out after the American dream, and they're working in [A] big factories.
If I come by, when you're out in the sun, can I wave at you just like [D] a friend?
These days when everyone's taking so much, there's somebody [A] giving back in. _
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face [E] like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you.
Straw hat and old dirty hankies, mopping the face [E] like a shoe.
Thanks for the meal, here's a song that is real, from a kid from the [A] city to you. _
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