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Tuning: E A D G B E
This is one of my favorite songs from the Live in Halifax album. The lyrics strike close to home and it has a great throbbing, knuckle-dragging, Neanderthal kind of rhythm. This coupled with Stan Rogers's voice makes an amazing song. From what I can tell based on this track most of the chords out there are slightly off, but I guess that may be just me. There are some fill lick/riff/things that I could not quite figure out, but they seem to be a variation of the "Travis" picking pattern. From what I can figure it is something like this, (the strings change based on the chord, but this should be the pattern): E|------------------| A|----------0-------| D|--0---0-----------| G|------2-------2---| B|------3-----3-----| e|------2---------2-| That could be very wrong, if anyone has anything better let me know! I believe it is also this or something similar that is played for most of the song. In some places it can be heard clearly-(ish) and sounds more like this: E|------------------| A|----------0-------| D|--0---0-----------| G|------2-----2-----| B|------3-------3---| e|------2---------2-| Also, Stan seems to use an odd tuning for most of his songs, but I could not tell if this was one of them, I tried to use it but couldn't make it work. His tuning is a variation of DADGAD and can be decently replicated as such. From what I can tell his exact tuning is: DADGBD. Anyway, with due apologies to my fellow Albertans and Ontarians, but no apologies to Morris Dancers, here is my rendition of The Idiot by Stan Rogers. [Intro] (D Chord) E|------------------|-------------------| A|------------------|-------------------| D|--0---0---0-------|--0---0---0--------| G|------------2-----|----------2--------| B|--------------3---|----------3--------| e|----------------2-|----------2--------| [Verse]
DI often take these nAight shift Bmwalks when the fGoreman's not aBmround. I tGurn my back on the cDooling stacks and make for open gAround. Far Dout beyond the tAank farm fBmence where the gGas flare makes no sBmound, I fGorget the stink and I aDlways think back Ato that EGastern Dtown.
[Verse]
DI remember back six yAears aBmgo, this WGestern life I Bmchose. And evGery day, the neDws would say some factory's going to Aclose. Well, I cDould have stayed to tAake the BmDole, but IG'm not one of tBmhose. I take nGothing free, and tDhat makes me an iAdiot, GI suDppose.
[Chorus]
So I bGid farewell to the EDastern town I nD/Aever more will sAee; But wGork I must so I Deat this dust and breathe rAefinery. Oh I mDiss the green and the woAods and sBmtreams and I dGon't like cowboy cBmlothes; But I lGike being free and tDhat makes me an iAdiot I supDpose.
[Break] (same as verse with a fiddle playing the melody) D A Bm G Bm G D A D A Bm G Bm G D A D [Verse]
So cDome all you fine young 'Bmfellers who've been bGeaten to the gBmround. This wGestern life's no parDadise, but it's better than lying dAown. Oh, the sDtreets aren't clean, and there's nAothing gBmreen, and the hGills are dirty bBmrown, But the gGovernment Dole will rDot your soul back tAhere in your home tDown.
[Chorus]
So bGid farewell to the EDastern town you nD/Aever more will sAee. There's sGelf-respect and a stDeady cheque in this refineAry. You will mDiss the green and the Awoods andBm streams and the dGust will fill your nBmose. But yoGu'll be free, and jDust like me, an iAdiot, I supDpose