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For An Old Kentucky Anarchist chords

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This is the same chords as the other version, but with correct formatting. Hopefully it'll
help some people out, even though it's the same pattern for almost the whole song. 
Song is by Erik Petersen's band The Orphans.


[Verses]
C                                       F
High upon a forgotten mountaintop lay a garden
Am             G
Unattended and dry
C                                             F
'Twas a yard that hadn't felt childrens' feet running
                       Am          G               C
For the mother long ago taught her children how to fly


C                      F 
Within a simple cabin, untouched by industrial hands
        Am                 G
Sat the aged mother in her home
          C                                         F 
"You can't escape the picture frames - there's too many," she said,
      Am             G      C
"They keep me from bein' alone"

C                           F
Well she spoke, "He was an honest man
          Am                      G
He worked hard to put food on our plates
     C                       F 
Well we had more babies than we had arms
               Am                     G           C
We struggled all our lives, but the rewards were great


 C                    F  
"And when my son came home from the war,
    Am                    G
He rested his head on my breast
         C                          F
And said, 'Ma, I'm tired of being used and grinded down
           Am                    G               C
I feel so low, can you make me feel like I'm the best?'"


C                         F
Well my best friend truly wed a savage man
    Am                    G
He wore her like a bad tattoo
       C                     F
For his only love was for a bottle
                   Am              G              C 
She said, "There's only one thing left for me to do

 C                           F                         Am
"To be wild once again, to take back my life and run away,
                   G
Set flames to his truck
   C                               F                    Am
He won't ever know what he's been missing; I did every day:
     G                  C     (Not sure? Probs the same pattern)
Joy, freedom, dance and love, dance and love"


C                               F                   
These are the stories that this mother spoke to me
     Am                         G
As I brought her garden back to grow
      C                                F
I was rewarded with a warm meal, tales never to be heard
            Am             G             C 
Some call it poverty, but they'll never know


C                                            F
She said, "All I got is my stories and this old guitar, 
    Am                          G  
My crops have all come and gone away
        C                     F            
I got a head full of recipes enticing to the taste
       Am            G                 C
And a liking to wake up and greet the day


 C                               F 
"Got a bad back from raising my children,
     Am                     G
From huggin' my husband so tight
       C                            F
Hell, I never cared much for any government;
          Am           G              C
I got my Jesus when I feel the time is right"

      G                      C
Singin' I'm the richest I'll ever be
   G                        C 
I embrace the world I have all around me
   Am                     F 
So sing a dying song and slap your knee
        Am           G     C          
Have a taste of true anarchy, yeah anarchy

Hey!



I'm not sure the last verse is quite right but this way sounds decent at least :) 

            
            
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jjstockfish 10 Apr 14, 2017 12:44 AM

👍

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pickitupupupup 10 Oct 04, 2017 02:50 PM

great job on the chords really helped me out, ill post a tab for the intro plucking soon

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