Chord Gitar Fred Eaglesmith - Thirty Years Of Farming Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar B)

Verse

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There's a little white note on the gate by the road that a man put up yesterday,
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And when we saw it we all ran out just to see what it had to say,
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And when we read it our eyes filled with tears and they fell to the cold, hard clay.
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Something 'bout a mortgage, something 'bout foreclosure, something about failing to pay.
 
[Chorus]
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Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               D#                    G#    G#7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
C#                                                     F#                        C#
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Verse 2]
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Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down as she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
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And every number the auctioneer called was like a blow to her precious heart
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And every number the auctioneer called meant another thing was sold that day
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'Til everything was auctioned, and we stood there watching as they loaded it and drove it away.
 
[Chorus]
                                                F#                C#
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               D#                    G#    G#7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
C#                                                     F#                        C#
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
                                                                                 G#         C#
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Instrumental]
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C#          D#     G# G#7
C#          F#     C#
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[Verse 3]
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At the day's first dawning, we woke this morning, there was nothing for us to do.
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Nothing in the granary, no hay in the meadow, no cattle, no tractor, no tools.
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So we loaded up the car with the clothes that we wore and a few things we managed to save.
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Mama read from the Book, we took one last look, and then we drove away.
 
[Chorus]
                                                F#                C#
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               D#                    G#    G#7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
C#                                                     F#                        C#
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
                                                                                 G#         C#
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Outro]
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.