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