Аккорды Stan Rogers - The Idiot

Intro (D Chord)
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Verse

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I often take these night shift walks when the foreman's not around.
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I turn my back on the cooling stacks and make for open ground.
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Far out beyond the tank farm fence where the gas flare makes no sound,
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I forget the stink and I always think back to that Eastern town.

Verse

D                    A     Bm        G             Bm
I remember back six years ago, this Western life I chose.
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And every day, the news would say some factory's going to close.
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Well, I could have stayed to take the Dole, but I'm not one of those.
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I take nothing free, and that makes me an idiot, I suppose.


Chorus

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So I bid farewell to the Eastern town I never more will see;
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But work I must so I eat this dust and breathe refinery.
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Oh I miss the green and the woods and streams and I don't like cowboy clothes;
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But I like being free and that makes me an idiot I suppose.

Break (same as verse with a fiddle playing the melody)

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Verse

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So come all you fine young 'fellers who've been beaten to the ground.
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This western life's no paradise, but it's better than lying down.
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Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green, and the hills are dirty brown,
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But the government Dole will rot your soul back there in your home town.


Chorus

    G                   D              ( D/A )           A
So bid farewell to the Eastern town you never more will see.
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There's self-respect and a steady cheque in this refinery.
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You will miss the green and the woods and streams and the dust will fill your nose.
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But you'll be free, and just like me, an idiot, I suppose