Misc Traditional – Work Work Work The Livelong Day (Guitar)

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To the tune of: Tramp, Tramp, Tramp - George F. Root (1864) [Verse 1]
A
In a hovel now I sit,

          D               A
thinking of the days gone by,

                                      E
When I owned my farm, my house and my home

       A
But the mortgage on my land

          D              A
'took it all for its demand,

                       E               A
And I sit and wonder where I now can roam.
[Chorus]
A
Work, work, work,
the livelong day,
E               A             E
Toil on from morning until night

      A
And I try to cheer my wife

A        D                A
in the midst of all the strife

       D                E               A
But I falter though I try with all my might.
[Verse 2]
A
In the front ranks we will stand

            D               A
 and will raise a warning hand,

                                    E
To the ones who robbed us of our heritage

      A
And they best heed our demands,

       D               A
and return to us our lands

                           E                 A
Or we'll vote them down a hundred thousand more..
[Chorus]
A
Work, work, work,
the livelong day,
E               A             E
Toil on from morning until night

      A
And I try to cheer my wife

A        D                A
in the midst of all the strife

       D                E               A
But I falter though I try with all my might.
[Verse 3]
A
We are waiting for the day

       D               A
we can join in Freedom's fray,

                                      E
And will help to fight the revolution o'er.

          A
So we'll throw dull care away

          D                 A
with our poor hearts almost gay

                           E                  A
 When we think of having land and home once more,
[Chorus]
A
Work, work, work,
the livelong day,
E               A             E
Toil on from morning until night

      A
And I try to cheer my wife

A        D                A
in the midst of all the strife

       D                E               A
But I falter though I try with all my might.