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

Verse

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