Chris Knight - Broken plow

^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

^AmPull the lines down tight The kids can ride on^Fmaj7 top of the load ^AmIn the cool of the night

^Fmaj7To stay out of the cold ^AmEleven hundred miles of mountain and sand ^Fmaj7We’ll cross ‘em tired and torn ^AmIf this beat up truck can carry us ^Fmaj7Far enough away from the storm

We’re ^Fgoing to Cali^Cfornia 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

^AmA man at a roadside station ^Fmaj7Don’t like dealing with my kind ^AmHe’d beat me out of my last dollar ^Fmaj7And never look me in the eye ^AmI heard ‘em call us Okies ^Fmaj7Hell I don’t know what that means ^AmBut something tells me the promised land ^Fmaj7Ain’t as promising as it seems

We’re ^Fgoing to Cali^Cfornia 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

^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 a life and home We’ll ^Fmaj7never know a^Amgain

We’re ^Fgoing to Cali^Cfornia 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

On the ^Amhandles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams