Thirty Years Of Farming por Fred Eaglesmith, tablaturas e acordes no PlayUkuleleNET

Thirty Years Of Farming

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Fred Eaglesmith (born as Frederick Elgersma on July 9, 1957 in Caistor Centre, Ontario, Canada) is a Canadian alternative country singer-songwriter. Some of his albums have been credited to Fred J. Eaglesmith. Eaglesmith was one of nine children of an immigrant family from the Dutch province Friesland and raised in rural Southern Ontario. As a teenager, he hopped a freight train out to Western Canada, and began writing songs and performing. He is known for writing songs about machines or vehicles

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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!

Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!

This is the version from Indiana Road album - a fantastic album - a true classic.

At time of posting there's a copy here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2ShIpjJd5Q

They use the A=432 "God" tuning so you have to retune your instrument if you want to play along
- which you should try because it's actually quite a beautiful tuning and it makes the singing easier

[Verse 1]
C F C
There's a little white note on the gate by the road that a man put up yesterday,
D G G7
And when we saw it we all ran out just to see what it had to say,
C F C
And when we read it our eyes filled with tears and they fell to the cold, hard clay.
G C
Something 'bout a mortgage, something 'bout foreclosure, something about failing to pay.

[Chorus]
F C
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
D G G7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
C F C
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
G C
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.

[Verse 2]
C F C
Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down as she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
D G G7
And every number the auctioneer called was like a blow to her precious heart
C F C
And every number the auctioneer called meant another thing was sold that day
G C
'Til everything was auctioned, and we stood there watching as they loaded it and drove it away.

[Chorus]
F C
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
D G G7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
C F C
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
G C
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.

[Instrumental]
C F C
C D G G7
C F C
C G C

[Verse 3]
C F C
At the day's first dawning, we woke this morning, there was nothing for us to do.
D G G7
Nothing in the granary, no hay in the meadow, no cattle, no tractor, no tools.
C F C
So we loaded up the car with the clothes that we wore and a few things we managed to save.
G C
Mama read from the Book, we took one last look, and then we drove away.

[Chorus]
F C
Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign:
D G G7
An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane.
C F C
Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day.
G C
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.

[Outro]
G C
Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.