Erik Petersen - For an Old Kentucky Anarchist C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) 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 C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) 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 C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) 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 C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) 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 C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) G (320003@1) 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, C (x32010@1) F (133211@1) Am (x02210@1) 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