D                                                       Em
you'll always have smokes if you always give buckets of love
D                                                 Em
Like little sad Tad who was living on beetles and grubs
D
He had a blue-eyed merle
Em
and loved an Indian girl
                  D          F              C      G      D
left alone in the warm wet fields in this corner of the world


D                                                   Em
you'll always eat bread if you always have seeds to sew
D                                           Em
LIke old Zen Ben who lived with a murder of crows
D
He wore a crown of beans
Em
And a belt of weeds
                   D          F            C      G      D
Slept alone in the warm wet fields on a bed of mustard seeds

D                                                   Em
We wont lose the beat if you just keep clappin your hands
D                                                 Em
Like sweet sweet Pete who clapped for the ruminant band
D
he had a broken lung
Em
and a bit off tongue
                 D          F            C      G      D
left alone in the warm wet fields under moon and under sun