Don Henley – A Month Of Sundays (Guitar)

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 I used to work for Harvester, I used to use my hands

Bb
 I used to make the tractors and the combines

     C
that plowed and harvested this great land

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Now I see my handiwork on the block  everywhere I turn

      Dm                        F
And I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces

      Bb
and I watch the harvest burn

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I quit the plant in '57, had some time for farmin' then

Bb
Banks back then was lendin' money

    C
The banker was the farmer's friend

         Dm                F
And I've seen dog days and dusty days;

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Late spring snow and early fall sleet;

Dm               F
held the leather reins in my hands

    Bb
and felt the soft ground under my feet

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Between the hot dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War

           Dm               F
it's been hard to make ends meet

      Dm              F
But I always kept the clothes on our backs;

  Bb
I always put the shoes on our feet

F                     Dm
My grandson, he comes home from college

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He says, "We get the government we deserve."

Bb
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says,

 C
"That little punk, he never had to serve."

      Dm              F
And I sit here in the shadow of suburbia

    Dm                    F
and look out across these empty fields

  Dm          F
I sit here in earshot of the bypass

       Bb
and at night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels

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The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too

Bb
Me, I just know how to raise things

C
That was all I ever knew

Dm                F
Now, it all comes down to numbers

Dm                F
Now I'm glad that I have quit it

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Folks these days just don't do nothin'

Bb
simply for the love of it

F                       Dm
I went into town on the Fourth of July

F                           Dm
Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack

Bb
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum

C
One step forward and two steps back

      Dm            F
And I saw a sign on Easy Street,

       Dm             F
said, "Be Prepared to Stop."

Dm                        F
Pray for the independent, little man

Bb
I don't see next year's crop

      Dm              F
And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight

      Dm                F
And I hear the crickets hum

  Dm                F
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance

        Bb
but the showers never come

  Dm           F
I sit here and listen to the wind blow

  Dm           F
I sit here and rub my hands

  Dm           F
I sit here and listen to the clock strike,

      Bb
and I wonder when I'll see my companion again