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

Verse

           G                                                  C                   G
There's a little white note on the gate by the road that a man put up yesterday,
                                           A                    D     D7
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    D7
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     D7
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    D7
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 D7
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       D7
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    D7
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.