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

Verse

           F                                                  A#                   F
There's a little white note on the gate by the road that a man put up yesterday,
                                           G                    C     C7
And when we saw it we all ran out just to see what it had to say,
     F                                                     A#                        F
And when we read it our eyes filled with tears and they fell to the cold, hard clay.
                                                                           C           F
Something 'bout a mortgage, something 'bout foreclosure, something about failing to pay.
 
[Chorus]
                                                A#                F
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               G                    C    C7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
F                                                     A#                        F
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
                                                                                 C         F
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Verse 2]
F                                             A#                                   F
Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down as she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
                                                   G                      C     C7
And every number the auctioneer called was like a blow to her precious heart
F                                               A#                            F
And every number the auctioneer called meant another thing was sold that day
                                                                                   C         F
'Til everything was auctioned, and we stood there watching as they loaded it and drove it away.
 
[Chorus]
                                                A#                F
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               G                    C    C7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
F                                                     A#                        F
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
                                                                                 C         F
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Instrumental]
F          A#     F
F          G     C C7
F          A#     F
F          C     F
 
[Verse 3]
F                                                              A#                  F
At the day's first dawning, we woke this morning, there was nothing for us to do.
                                                  G                        C       C7
Nothing in the granary, no hay in the meadow, no cattle, no tractor, no tools.
F                                                                 A#                       F
So we loaded up the car with the clothes that we wore and a few things we managed to save.
                                                             C        F
Mama read from the Book, we took one last look, and then we drove away.
 
[Chorus]
                                                A#                F
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
                                               G                    C    C7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
F                                                     A#                        F
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
                                                                                 C         F
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.
 
[Outro]
                                                                                 C         F
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.