Chords for The Claire Lynch Band - Barbed Wire Boys

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[F] _ _ [C] _ _ I [G] come from [C] rural Midwest.
_ [F] It's a land I love more than [Dm] all the rest.
[G] It's a [Am] place I know, _ [F] understand.
Like [Dm] the thoughts from Gilly, [F] the back [D] of my [G] [Dm] hand.
And I mean I knew when I was [C] coming up.
The [F] silver has come [Am] on me in the [Dm] style of full [G] hood.
They were [Am] rules and race.
Part [F] of the band of noise.
They were full [Dm] of common.
They were born [C] for their _ [F] boldness.
[C] _ The first greening [G] cattle on the [C] treeless [G] field.
[F] Said head up the [Am] table and [Dm] feed your poor [G] mules.
Great [Am] and our [Em] father, we're not [F] poor enough.
They hauled them back and they [G] couldn't stay tall.
Said the sub [Am] was in its own hill.
But the weather again, they [F] were growing [Dm] on their many [Em] hands.
And [Am] they never complained.
[Em] No, they [F] never made [Am] noise.
And they [Dm] never let go.
It [G] is part [C] of our heritage.
And the [Am] wildest dreams were [F] often steamed.
[Am] But the way [C] it can be, [G] the pain of sin.
That [Am] a purple skin.
Our [F] style is [Am] Dutch.
If you [Dm] reach too far, you feel [G] too much.
So [C] their deepest [Am] hopes were never addressed.
Beaten just [F] like the [Dm] hurtlings in the cage of their jest.
All [Am] the restless _ longings, all the secret [F] joys.
[Am] And [Dm] the poor set free in the barbed [C] wire of old.
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_ [F] _ _ _ _ And there was [G] a man, there was a farmer in [C] this earth.
[Dm] And it's [F] clear to me now exactly what they were.
[D] Oh, they were [Am] just like that glass golden [F] up the sky.
[C] _ The hurt and [Dm] the [Am] speed, you never saw [G] them cry.
But where do [Am] the tears flow that you never [C] shed?
[Am] Where do the words [Dm] flow that you never said?
[Em] Oh, there's a blink [Am] of the eye.
[F] There's a catch in the [Am] voice.
There's the [Dm] unsung _ [G] song of the barbed [C] wire _ _ boy.
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