Chords for The Great American Farmer - Ralph Harrison | John Deere Bicentennial Song

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Through the heartland of America he travels _
Through the summer sun the winter snow and rain _
With [Db] the golden grain of flowing and the big combines are rolling always moving with the harvest of our [Ab] land _ _
_ _ _ Proud of living free and proud of this great country as he looks out from beneath his suntanned brow
Reaching [Db] out to feed the people of America the world moving to the beat of his own country [Ab] drum
_ _ [Eb] He's everywhere in this great land
_ _ He holds the good earth in his hands
_ He's [Db] a friend _
_ He's the great [Ab] American father _
_ _ _ You'll find him on his way to the field before the hot summer sun touches the morning
He'll still be out there with the last daylight working [Eb] that piece of [Eb] ground that lives in his mind forever
It's a [Db] permanent part of his soul
You'll find him pumping fuel into his tractor or setting posts for his electric fence to keep his cattle in
[Ab] You'll find him cutting cane in Oklahoma picking cotton in Texas baling hay in Indiana, New York and California
Cutting wheat in Kansas and the Dakotas combine and corn in Iowa, Nebraska the Carolinas
He's got dirt on his big calloused hands a sweat stains draw a hat and a heart as big as this big land
He works.
[Db] He's got a country girl for a wife and kids like everybody else
You'll find him in town visiting on Saturday afternoon sitting [Ab] in church on Sunday morning
He listens to the world through his radio and TV and he's always at the mercy of the weather that guides his fortunes forever
He's humble he loves his neighbors.
He knows what friendship really means.
He's a good [Ebm] man.
He loves this great [Db] country of ours
He knows the pride of standing at the end of a field
Looking at the even [Ab] furrows that move out to the end of the world [Ab] watching that bumper crop stretch up to touch the sky
[Bb] He knows the [Eb] beauty of a soft gentle rain and how to break that top crest so that Mother Earth can enjoy a refreshing drink
You'll find him sweating from the hot summer Sun and [Db] the exhaust from his big four-wheeler
Sometimes you'll see him crying inside as he [Ab] looks out on the hail strip stocks that put his whole year's work to death
The night before he was to have reaped the harvest of his dreams
You'll find him leaning on the kitchen table late in the evening weary from the labors of the day
Happy that his farm is better down for another [Db] night
He's got dirt on his face and his hair's must his shirt unbuttoned and his shoes off a glass of iced tea in his hand
And he's laying [Ab] down a few soft words to his wife about the country the politicians next year
You can count on him when the chips are down his word is his bond and his honor in the wintertime
You'll find him out in the shed working on his tractor combine or one-way [Db] getting ready for the springtime and the long hard summer ahead
He knows the excitement that comes from watching the yellow school bus kick up [Ab] dust as it moves down a country road with a load
Of [Eb] happy kids
He lives knowing that his crop can burn up in the summer Sun where his house burned down on a winter night and help could
Never get there in time and you'll find him on a winter [Db] evening sitting by the fire with his hands wrapped around a hot cup
Of coffee.
Yes, he's [Ab] more than friend.
He's the great American farmer _
He takes time to thank the Lord on Sunday morning _
He finds beauty in the gentle springtime rain
He [Db] believes in this great country and his neighbors and his friends and he knows just where America [Ab] begins _ _
[Eb] He's everywhere in this great land _ _
He holds the good earth in his hands _
He's a friend
_ He's the great [Ab] American father _ _ _ _ _
He's [Db] a friend
_ He's the great American [Ab] father _ _ _ _
He's [Db] afraid _ _ _ _ _
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