Tonalité : A minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Am
This is a song about a man
F
who has a small garden
Am
And he grows peppers an d tomatoes
F
Because he doesn't
have very much room
Am
So his friends will
grow different things
Bb
And at the right time
Am
F
they will share what they've grown
Am
Two different species
F
Am
Two different plants with the
F
roots in the same soil.
Am
F
The same soil sustains them both.
They have equal claim.
Am
This year in my garden
F
I grow peppers and tomatoes
C
F
C
Peppers and tomatoes
G
They grow together well
Em
Am
And my neighbors all around me
F
C
They grow beans and potatoes
F
C
Cabbages and onions
G
Em
Am
in this village where we dwell
Later in the year
F
C
we will bring wine to the table
F
C
Bring wine to the table
G
We will share what we have grown
Em
Am
Like my father did before me
F
C
And his father did before him
F
C
And his father did before him
G
Em
Am
we will reap what we have sown
F
From this little patch of dirt
Em
From this little pile of stones
I can wash the dust
F
from up my face and up my skin
G
Am
But this earth is in my bones
F
Military vehicles are moving to our village
C
F
Moving to our village
C
G
Em
With young soldiers ill at ease
Am
Unsmiling and unshaven
F
C
Distrustful and uncertain
F
C
Distrustful and uncertain
G
Em
Am
And all smoking constantly
My neighbors say, don't worry
F
C
For you are one of us
F
C
You are one of us, my friend
G
Em
An d it will not happen here
Am
But the next night at the cafe
F
C
When I bring wine to the table
F
When I bring wine to the table
C
G
Em
Am
They are sitting drinking beer
Last night the hand of friendship
F
C
fell heavy on my shoulder,
F
C
heavy on my shoulder
G
Em
as I turned away to go.
Am
As I said goodnight some old men,
F
some old men
C
and young soldiers were
F
humming tunes
C
G
And singing words to song
Em
Am
s that I didn't know
F
Oh, this little patch of dirt
Em
Oh, this little pile of stones
I can wash the dust
F
off of my face and of my skin
G
Am
But this earth is in my bones
This morning my wife told me
F
C
she'd been to church on Sunday,
F
C
she'd been to church on Sunday,
G
she'd felt the need to pray,
Em
Am
our children were baptized there,
F
C
but it was just a bleasy old ones,
F
C
it was just a bleasy old ones,
Em
Am
and I don't know what to say.
F
Oh, this little patch of dirt
Em
Oh, this little pile of stones
I can wash the dust off of
F
my face and on my skin
G
Am
But this earth is in my bones
Tonight as dark as falling,
F
C
tending to my garden,
F
C
I'm tending to my garden
G
Em
And the crop that I have grown,
Am
and my truck is heavy laden
F
C
But soon I'll start the en gine,
F
C
soon I'll start the engine
G
Em
Wake the children and be gone
Am
And my shotgun it is loaded,
F
C
it's hidden in the cabin,
F
C
it's hidden in the cabin
G
Em
And the evening's growing in chill,
Am
my mouth is dry, my hands are moist
F
C
If someone tries to stop me,
F
C
if someone tries to stop me
G
Em
Am
I am ready now to kill
F
Oh, this little patch of dirt
Em
Oh, this little pile of thorns
F
I can wash the dust off of my face
And off my skin and on my
G
Am
But this earth is in my bones
I'm watering my garden
F
C
When I smell the cigarette smoke
F
C
Smell the cigarette smoke
G
And I turn round in the dust
Em
Am
and I see the glint of rifles
F
C
but I cannot see the faces
F
C
but I recognize the voices
G
Em
Am
that say you must come with us
Yes, it's time for this.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
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