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Harold Wilson by John D. Hale Band
Harold Wilson
Tuning:E A D G B E
Key:C
Capo:no capo
[Verse 1]
C Am
Harold Wilson is my name son, why don't you sit a spell
C Am
I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel
C Am
And though you do not know me, there's a story I like to tell
E F
It's a story that I'm sure you know well
C Am
It's a story that I'm sure you know well
[Verse 2]
C Am
I had me a place on Thunder Ridge in a doomsday shack
C Am
My wife had left, and took the kids a couple of years back
C Am
And I spent most of my mornings thinking about that
E F
And my afternoons trying to figure out what to plant
C Am
I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plant
[Chorus]
C Am
Did you ever try to farm a farm with a pick and a shovel
C Am
Try to put a field into corn just wouldn't grow nothin'
C Am
Starin' down across the town, you wonder why I even bother
E F
When up the road there's a vacant room climate control and color
C Am
And you could stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
C Am
And you could stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
[Verse 3]
C Am
There wasn't money in corn and there wasn't money in beans
C Am
They took my telephone, shut off my electricity
C Am
Then a letter came in the mail saying there's taxes owed by me
E F
If I was ever going to pay well, I had three weeks
C Am
If I was ever going to pay well, I had three weeks
[Chorus]
C Am
Did you ever try to farm a farm with a pick and a shovel
C Am
Try to put a field into corn just wouldn't grow nothin'
C Am
Starin' down across the town, you wonder why I even bother
E F
When up the road there's a vacant room climate control and color
C Am
And you could stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
C Am
And you could stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
[Verse 4]
C Am
Well, they sold that farm to some fool for ten cents on the dollar
C Am
I saw him out there last week, I was on my way to visit my daughter
C Am
And that son of a bitch was out there trying to hook a windmill up to water
E F
When he heard me laugh, well, he turned and I swear he hollered
C Am
When he heard me laugh, well, he turned, I swear he hollered
[Chorus]
C Am
Did you ever try to farm a farm with a pick and a shovel
C Am
Try to put a field into corn just wouldn't grow nothin'
C Am
Starin' down across the town, you wonder why I even bother
E F
When up the road there's a vacant room climate control and color
C Am
And you could stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
C Am
And you could stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
[Verse 5]
C Am
Now the government checks come down the pike, regular as rain
C Am
And I sit outside most nights 'cept when the June bugs drive me in
C Am
Harold Wilson is my name son, why don't you sit a spell
E F
I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel
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