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[Intro] D F D F D F D [Verse 1] My father laid the trees down
He Gbroke them with his hands D Last year he died and left mGe nothing But Dthis frame I fill G
A union card
And a Fpair of workman's Dhands
[Verse 2] And I was brought up in the north of here
In GCopper Junction town Where there Dain't no longer Any Gcopper in the ground Just the Dreservation land GEmpty logging towns
Paper mills
And Fdrawers of hand me Ddowns
[Verse 3]
In 1964, I was Gseventeen years old I got Dcaught up in the draft I Gdid like I was told And spent a Dpair of too long years GToo young to be so old Well, it Ddon't take too much sense Just to Gcome in from the cold DGuess I never did G I guess I never Ddid
[Verse 4] Back home it was the bottle
Back toG work with my old man But Dwe didn't get on so good And it Gwasn't like we planned And the Dlast I saw of him GSo drunk he couldn't stand And that wagon's rolling emptyF D
[Verse 5] So I got myself cleaned up
I was Gmarried for a while But that Dring just kept on falling off And someGtimes I wonder why But now it's Dyears ago and faded
From whiskey and from rye
And I Gwonder if it mattersF D
[Instrumental] D [Verse 6] My father laid the trees down
He Gbroke them with his hands And Dnow I'm just like him I got Gnowhere left to stand And that Dwagon's rolling empty
And I've got nothing but the frame I fill
A union Gcard And a Fpair of workman's Dhands
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