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Making Hay Chords

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2nd fret
Artist: Dan Tyminski
Song: Making Hay
Album: Wheels

Capo 2nd fret

Intro guitar play


Verse 1

     C             F                G               C
He never went to school beyond the day he turned sixteen
    F                C             G                 F
And I can’t say that I know being that poor really means
     C             F           G            Am
He wouldn’t be mistaken for a man of high degree
            F                C         (play second half of intro here)
But he was just as smart as anyone could be

Verse 2 (same as the other verses, without 'intro'-ending)
The first thing I remember till the day I moved away
Up and every morning I don’t believe he missed a day
It was always after sundown when he pulled up in the yard
     F             C                 G              F
He would be on a tractor and let me drive into the barn

             G             C             F              C
While the planter, acre, baler they were all the same to me
     F             C              G         C
When I grow up a farmer is all I ever wanna be
    G               C                  F                 C
I know that he was tired but he would sit and watch me play
    F       C             G             (Play full intro)
In my imagination I was really making hay

I graduated highschool just before I turned eightteen
Two years into college when I had a change of dreams
I’d wear a dank old necktie like those city fellows do
I’d move out in the suburbs like a million other fools

I met a brown haired beauty who was sweet as she could be
The day that we were married he stood right there next to me
I knew that he was tired and he seemed so out of place
He never said a word but it was written on his face

I couldn’t read the signs when she was falling out of love
The more he turned the lonelier till she’d finally had enough
So I’d pack up my suits and ties and gave them all away
And headed for the country just in time for making hay

No I won’t be mistaken for a man of high degree
‘Cause I was born a farmer and that’s all I’ll ever be

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