Аккорды Kitchen Dwellers - Farmer's Son

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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 The farmer's son he says "I will never follow you
G           D                C
 I'll never pick that way of life for my family."
G           D                   Em
 And when I take a look at this cold, hard ground
C            D               G
 Said, "That ain't no way to live."
G           D                   C
 The farmer tells his son, "You gotta make some money
G       D           C
 It's a sad fact of life but it's true."
G          D           Em
"You gotta go and you spend your dollars wisely
C             D               G
 And buy your little gal some shoes."

[Chorus]
C              D                          Em
 I'll empty my pockets and break down the land
C                           D                  G    D     C
 You gotta listen when your mama tells you "My son, go and lend a hand."
C              D                  Em
 Some battle's lost, some battle's won
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 But you will always be a poor farmer's son (Just a poor farmer's son)
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Just a poor farmer's son (Just a poor farmer's son)

[Mandolin solo]
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[Verse 2]
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 Well the boy he goes and gathers up his money
G       D             C
 And he takes off for Big Sky country
G        D             Em
 Takes a look at those middle mountain towns
C        D                 G
 Say now that's the way to live
G        D          C
 Then he goes on to settle down and see
G           D       C
 There's no harm in planting some seeds
G         D              Em
 Rollin' smoke and he's smiling as he thinks
C          D          G
 He had it right all along

[Chorus]
C              D                          Em
 I'll empty my pockets and break down the land
C                           D                  G    D     C
 You gotta listen when your mama tells you "My son, go and lend a hand."
C              D                  Em
 Some battle's lost, some battle's won
C                    D    N.C.          G           D             C
 But you will always be a poor farmer's son (Just a poor farmer's son)
                     G           D             C
Just a poor farmer's son (Just a poor farmer's son)

[Guitar solo]
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[Fiddle solo]
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[Banjo solo]
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[Mandolin solo]
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[Chorus]
C              D                          Em
 I'll empty my pockets and break down the land
C                           D                  G    D     C
 You gotta listen when your mama tells you "My son, go and lend a hand."
C              D                  Em
 Some battle's lost, some battle's won
C                    D    N.C.          G           D             C
 But you will always be a poor farmer's son (Just a poor farmer's son)
                     G           D             C
Just a poor farmer's son (Just a poor farmer's son)

[Outro]
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