Stan Rogers – The Idiot (Guitar)

From what I can tell based on this track most of the chords out there are slightly off, but I guess that may 
be just me. There are some fill lick/riff/things that I could not quite figure out, but they seem to be a
variation of the "Travis" picking pattern. From what I can figure it is something like this,
(the strings change based on the chord, but this should be the pattern):
e|-----2---------2-|
B|-----3-----3-----|
G|-----2-------2---|
D|-0---0-----------|
A|---------0-------|
E|-----------------|

In some places it can be heard clearly-(ish) and sounds more like this:
e|-----2---------2-|
B|-----3-------3---|
G|-----2-----2-----|
D|-0---0-----------|
A|---------0-------|
E|-----------------|
Also, Stan seems to use an odd tuning for most of his songs, but I could not tell if this was one of them, 
I tried to use it but couldn't make it work. His tuning is a variation of DADGAD and can be decently 
replicated as such. From what I can tell his exact tuning is: DADGBD.
Anyway, with due apologies to my fellow Albertans and Ontarians, but no apologies to Morris Dancers, here is
my rendition of The Idiot by Stan Rogers.

e|---------------2-|---------2-------|
B|-------------3---|---------3-------|
G|-----------2-----|---------2-------|
D|-0---0---0-------|-0---0---0-------| x2
A|-----------------|-----------------|
E|-----------------|-----------------|

D                   A          Bm              G             Bm
I often take these night shift walks when the foreman's not around.

   G                   D                                A
I turn my back on the cooling stacks and make for open ground.

    D               A         Bm              G                  Bm
Far out beyond the tank farm fence where the gas flare makes no sound,

   G                      D                A        G      D
I forget the stink and I always think back to that Eastern town.

D                    A     Bm        G             Bm
I remember back six years ago, this Western life I chose.

      G              D                                    A
And every day, the news would say some factory's going to close.

         D                    A       Bm         G              Bm
Well, I could have stayed to take the Dole, but I'm not one of those.

        G                 D                A     G   D
I take nothing free, and that makes me an idiot, I suppose.

      G                   D              D/A             A
So I bid farewell to the Eastern town I never more will see;

     G               D                          A
But work I must so I eat this dust and breathe refinery.

      D                       A        Bm            G                 Bm
Oh I miss the green and the woods and streams and I don't like cowboy clothes;

       G                   D                A         D
But I like being free and that makes me an idiot I suppose.

    D                       Bm                   G             Bm
So come all you fine young 'fellers who've been beaten to the ground.

      G                   D                                  A
This western life's no paradise, but it's better than lying down.

         D                                 A       Bm             G               Bm
Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green, and the hills are dirty brown,

         G                    D                  A                  D
But the government Dole will rot your soul back there in your home town.

    G                   D                D/A             A
So bid farewell to the Eastern town you never more will see.

         G                   D                         A
There's self-respect and a steady cheque in this refinery.

          D                     A        Bm                G                   Bm
You will miss the green and the woods and streams and the dust will fill your nose.

      G                  D                A          D
But you'll be free, and just like me, an idiot, I suppose