D G
When I look back on what I done, bout a hundred years from now
G D A
Gonna cry myself to sleep at night, somebody shows me how ahhoohh
D G
When the sun shines down, whats left of me, bout a hundred years from now
G D A
Gonna cut my water with a rebel yell, and claw my way back to town
G B
One hundred yeaaaaars, one hundred yeaaaars
D B F#
They’ll break me, but I’ll break them toooooooooooooo
G D A D
Oh and this here’s for the brakemen, and this one is for you
D G
When the sky cracks open, and the thunder comes bout a hundred years from now
G D A
Gonna bury this old yoke and chan, in the cold wet ground
D G
And when I get off at tennebrook farm, bout a hundred years from now
G D A
I’m gonna marry you out of common sense, and get out from behind this cloud
D B G D B
Ladadadada, lada dadadaaaaa, ladadadada da daaah aah, la daaaa badadadada, ladadadada
G
ladadadadaaaaa daaa daaaaa
G B
One hundred years, one hundred years
D B F#
they’ll break me, but I’ll break them Toooooo
G D A D
Oh and this one’s for the brakemen, and this one is for you
G B
One hundred years, one hundred years
D B F#
they’ll break me but I’ll break them Toooooooooo
G D A D
Oh and this one’s for the brakemen, and this one is for you