Slim Dusty - The day we sold the farm

^GCity Lights are cold tonight, they make a man feel ^Dsmall To ^Dme they say you can work all day with ^Cno return at ^Dall And ^Gso I dream of a mountain stream lit by a pearly ^Cdawn I've ^Cnever lost the ^Gfeeling for the ^Dplace where I was ^Gborn

^GHighway life gets in your sights and soon ambitions ^Dgrow Till ^Dbusiness clowns start coming round with ^Ceasy foreign ^Dloans It's ^Gtheir disguise to look surprised as your feet just leave the ^Cground Next ^Cthing and auction ^Gday is set, the ^Dbanks have closed it ^Gdown

And I'm ^Dheading over mountains down the ^Cslopes of brown and ^Ggreen My ^Dfamily's farmed for a 100 years, those ^Cvalleys in b^Detween And ^Gyes I used to curse those hills and the rain when I was ^Cyoung Oh I ^Cnever saw their ^Gcharm till the ^Dday we sold the ^Gfarm

And I ^Cnever thought that I'd be bought and sold on Market ^GDay They ^A7gave away a lifetime with the cattle and the ^Dhay And the ^Gthistles by the riverside and the bracken on the ^Crun No I ^Cnever saw their ^Gcharm till the ^Dday we sold the ^Gfarm

Now ^Gtourists stroll round eighteen holes where fruit tree used to ^Dgrow ^DAccountants talk while farmers walk with ^Cnowhere else to ^Dgo If there's ^Gwork around in the local town they might be hanging ^Con While ^Ctrying to find a ^Gway back to the ^Dplace where they be^Glong

And I ^Cnever thought that I'd be bought and sold on Market ^GDay They ^A7gave away a lifetime with the cattle and the ^Dhay And the ^Gthistles by the riverside And the bracken on the ^Crun No I ^Cnever saw their ^Gcharm till the ^Dday we sold the ^Gfarm

So I'm ^Dheading over mountains down the ^Cslopes of brown and ^Ggreen ^DTrying to find a way back to what ^Conce belonged to ^Dme Oh ^Ghow I used to curse those hills And the rain when I was ^Cyoung No I ^Cnever saw their ^Gcharm till the ^Dday we sold the ^Gfarm