Tonalité : Db major
Verse 1
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G
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All day
on the
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prairie in the saddle I ride
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G
Not even a dog hoist to trot by my side
C
My fire I must kindle
Am
with chips gathered round
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G
And boil my own coffee
C
without being ground
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I wash in the pool and I sleep on a sack,
G
I carry my wardrobe on my
C
F
G
C
back.
For want of an oven
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I cook bread in a pot,
C
G
And sleep on the ground for want of a cot.
C
My ceiling is the sky,
Am
my floor is the grass,
G
My music is the lowing of
C
herds as they pass.
My books are the brooks,
F
my sermons the stones,
G
My parson is a wolf
C
F
G
C
on his pulpit of bones.
And then if my cooking's
F
not very complete
C
G
You can't blame me for wanting to eat
C
But show me a man
Am
who sleeps more profound
G
Than the big puncher boy
C
who sleeps on the ground
My books teach me ever
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-consistent surprise
G
My sermons, that small things
C
F
G
F
C
I should not despise.
My parson remarks from
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his pulpit of thrones,
C
That fortune favors those who
G
look out for their own.
C
Between me and love
Am
lies a gulf very wide,
G
C
Some lucky fellow may call her his bride.
F
My friends gently hint I am coming to grief,
G
But men must make money,
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F
G
C
and women have beef.
But why, it is I can ne 'er
F
C
understand,
For each of the patriarchs
G
owned a big brand.
C
Am
Abraham emigrated in search of a range
G
When water was scarce,
C
he wanted a change
F
Old Isaac owned cattle in charge of Esau
G
And Jacob punched cows
C
for his father -in -law
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