Erik Petersen - For an Old Kentucky Anarchist
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 GHigh (320003@1)upon a forgotten mountain top, lay a garden, untended and dry
         C (x32010@1)                     G (320003@1)           Am (x02210@1)           
  G'twas (320003@1)a yard that hadn't felt children's feet running, for the mother long
  F (133211@1)              G (320003@1)           Cago, (x32010@1)taught her children how to fly
  C (x32010@1)                     FWithin (133211@1)a simple cabin, untouched by industrial hands
          Am (x02210@1)               GSat (320003@1)the aging mother in her home
           C (x32010@1)                 G (320003@1)                Am (x02210@1)      GYou (320003@1)can't escape the picture frames, there's too many, she said
      F (133211@1)           G (320003@1)   CThey (x32010@1)keep me from being alone
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            GWell (320003@1)she spoke, "he was an honest man, he worked hard to put food on our plates
      C (x32010@1)         G (320003@1)        Am (x02210@1)    G (320003@1)             
  FWell (133211@1)we had more babies than we had arms, we struggled all our lives
         G (320003@1)          CBut (x32010@1)the rewards were great
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   GAnd (320003@1)when my son came home from the war, he rested his head on my breast
             C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)           Am (x02210@1)           
      FAnd (133211@1)said, "mom, I'm tired of being used and grinded down, I feel so low
                   G (320003@1)             CCan (x32010@1)you make me feel like I'm the best?"
         C (x32010@1)                     F (133211@1)            Am (x02210@1)          
       GWell (320003@1)my best friend truly wed a savage man, he wore her like a bad tattoo
         C (x32010@1)   G (320003@1)              Am (x02210@1)G (320003@1)              
   F (133211@1)            G (320003@1)           CFor (x32010@1)his only love was for the bottle, she said there's only one thing left for me to do
        C (x32010@1)                F (133211@1)                        Am (x02210@1)    
               GTo (320003@1)be wild once again, to take back my life and run away, set flames to his truck
     C (x32010@1)        G (320003@1)              Am (x02210@1)   G (320003@1)        
        G (320003@1)               CHe (x32010@1)won't ever know he's been missing I did every day, joy freedom, dance, and love
C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)         G (320003@1)     Dance and love..."
C (x32010@1)                              FThese (133211@1)are the stories that this mother spoke to me,
      Am (x02210@1)                       G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)            GAs (320003@1)I brought her garden back to grow. I was rewarded with a warm meal
       Am (x02210@1)        G (320003@1)                   F (133211@1)          
          CTales (x32010@1)never to be heard, some call it poverty, but they'll never know
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                           GShe (320003@1)said "All I've got is my stories and this old guitar, my crops have all come and 
away,
             C (x32010@1)        G (320003@1)         Am (x02210@1)          G (320003@1)
        F (133211@1)            G (320003@1)             CI've (x32010@1)got a head full of recipies,enticing to the taste and a liking to wake up and greet 
day
         C (x32010@1)                    F (133211@1)           Am (x02210@1)            
     GGot (320003@1)bad back from raising my children, from hugging my husband so tight
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        F (133211@1)         G (320003@1)               CHell, (x32010@1)I've never cared much for any government, I've got my jesus when I feel the time 
right,
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    G (320003@1)               C (x32010@1)         GSingin' (320003@1)I'm the richest I'll ever be, I embrace the world I have all around me. So sing 
dying song, and
Am (x02210@1)        G (320003@1)           F (133211@1)          G (320003@1)Cslap (x32010@1)your knee, Have a taste of true anarchy
C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)     G (320003@1)  Yeah, anarchy