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Capo: 5
Capo 5
AmLoad up the old Dodge truck We'll Fmaj7leave what we can't sell AmNobody needs a sharecropper's tools Fmaj7or a dust filled well AmTake you one last look around Fmaj7shed you one last tear For the Ambroken plow, the broken dreams And the Fmaj7life we're leaving Amhere
Pull the lines down tight The kids can ride on top of the load In the cool of the night They can crawl underneath the tarp To stay out of the cold Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand We'll cross 'em tired and torn If this beat up truck can carry us Far enough away from the storm Chorus:
We're Fgoing to CaliCfornia There's Gwork there for a man Too Fproud to beg for Ccharity Too Gpoor to make a Fstand Pray it's just the land we're Glosing Not my Clife's blood that I Fleave On the Amhandles of that broken plow
That haunts me in my dreams A man at a roadside station Don't like dealing with my kind He'd beat me out of my last dollar And never look me in the eye I heard 'em call us Okies Hell I don't know what that means But something tells me the promised land Ain't as promising as it seems Chorus Bridge: F Am
Fmaj7This restless road is full of Amstrangers Fmaj7They ain't no stranger than I Amam Fmaj7Hardened faces damn the Amdust and curse the wind That Amdrove us from this life and home We'll Fmaj7never know aAmgain
Chorus On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams