Chords for The Honest Farmer - Dry Branch Fire Squad

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_ _ _ _ I saw an honest farmer, [C] his back was [F] bending low,
Pulling in the cotton [Bb] as hard as [F] he could go.
_ He piled it up in rail pens [C] until the [F] merchant came,
He might attach his cotton so he could pay their claim. _
Oh, goodbye, old Weevil, [C] for you know you've [F] rent my home,
You know you've got my cotton and the birds done got my corn.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I saw him in the summer, [C] his back was [F] against a tree,
Poor old Weevil's aching, [Bb] it rested on [F] his knee. _
I'll be compelled to go home, [C] or surely I [F] will die,
But it has come and taken, [Bb] I heard the farmer cry.
Oh, goodbye, old Weevil, for [C] you know you've rent [F] my home,
You know you've got my cotton [Dm] and the birds done got [F] my corn. _ _ _ _ _
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I've toiled all my lifetime, and still I find I'm poor,
Without an education, my children's left their door. _
_ They've left their dear old daddy, this old wide world to roam,
I guess they know to love them and [Bb] wait for them at home.
It's pans and [C] biscuits, bowls [F] of gravy,
Pans and biscuits [C] we shall [F] have. _ _ _ _
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His footsteps they grew weaker as he walked up the hill,
And reached his little cabin [Bb] and sat upon [F] the sill.
_ His wife, she knelt beside him, her hair'd all turned grey,
Trust now in the Saviour [C] we'll find a [F] home some day.
_ It's pans and [C] biscuits, bowls [F] of gravy,
Pans and biscuits we shall have. _ _
_ Oh, [Dm] goodbye, old Weevil, for you [E] know you've rent [Ab] my home,
[F] You know you've got my cotton and the [Dm] birds done [Ab] got my corn.
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