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There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
This is one of my favorite songs from the Live in Halifax album. The lyrics strike close to home and it has a
great throbbing, knuckle-dragging, Neanderthal kind of rhythm. This coupled with Stan Rogers's voice makes an 
amazing song.

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):
That could be very wrong, if anyone has anything better let me know! I believe it is also this or something
similar that is played for most of the song.

In some places it can be heard clearly-(ish) and sounds more like this:
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.

[Intro] (D Chord)

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.

[Break] (same as verse with a fiddle playing the melody)
D         A     Bm      G             Bm
G         D                           A
D         A     Bm      G             Bm
G         D             A             D

    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

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janhauenstein 10 Dec 30, 2015 07:23 AM

Here´s the studio version from 'Northwest Passage':

The Idiot Stan Rogers

Capo 2nd fret

(C) I often (G)take these (Am)night shift (C)walks
When the (F)foreman's not a(Am)round,
I (F)turn my back on the (C)cooling (F)stacks
And (C)make for (Dm)open (G)ground.
Far (Am)out be(F)yond the (G)tank-farm (C)fence
Where the (F)gas flare makes no (Am)sound,
I for(F)get the stink and I (C)always (F)think
Back (C)to that (G)Eastern (C)town.

I remember (G)back six (Am)years a(C)go,
This (F)Western life I (Am)chose,
And (F)every day the (C)news would (F)say
Some (C)factory's (Dm)going to (G)close.
Well, I (Am)could have (F)stayed to (G)take the (C)dole,
But (F)I'm not one of (Am)those.
I take (F)nothing free, and (C)that makes (F)me
An (C)idiot, (G)I sup(C)pose.

So I (F)bid fare(G)well to the (C)Eastern town
I (Am)never (G)more will (C)see,
But (F)work I (G)must, so I (C)eat this dust
And (Am)breathe re(Dm)fine(G)ry.
Oh, I (Am)miss the (F)green and the (G)woods and (C)streams,
And I (F)don't like cowboy (Am)clothes,
But I (F)like being free and (C)that makes (F)me
An (C)idiot, (G)I sup(C)pose.
- Instrumental verse -

So come all you (G)fine young (Am)fellows (C)who've
Been (F)beaten to the (Am)ground,
This (F)western life's no (C)para(F)dise,
But it's (C)better than (Dm)lying (G)down.
Oh, the (Am)streets aren't (F)clean and there's (G)nothing (C)green,
And the (F)hills are dirty (Am)brown,
But the (F)government dole will (C)rot your (F)soul
Back (C)there in (G)your home (C)town.

So (F)bid fare(G)well to the (C)Eastern town
You (Am)never (G)more will (C)see,
There's (F)self-re(G)spect and a (C)steady cheque
In (Am)this re(Dm)fine(G)ry.
You will (Am)miss the (F)green and the (G)woods and (C)streams,
And the (F)dust will fill your (Am)nose,
But (F)you'll be free, and (C)just like (F)me,
An (C)idiot, (G)I sup(C)pose.
- Instrumental like last three lines, then instrumental verse and bridge, last line twice -

© Stan Rogers, All Rights Reserved


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joeyb2 42 Dec 06, 2016 11:33 PM

Those sound much closer to right. I'll edit it to those when I get a few hours to sit down and fiddle around with it.

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