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Bring The Harvest Home

Chris Knight
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 The  road ain't looked this good to me
 In  a couple of months or  so
 I've been breaking ground, heading down
 A  hard road to hoe
 I've  been farming dreams but I ain't seen
 No  harvest in L.A.
 But there's time enough to win her back
 I  can't waste another  day
 A  farmer I was born
 And  a farmer I will  die
 I want to plant my heels in a fertile field
 And  dry Rebecca's  eyes
 Well  I couldn't work that desert dirt
 And  I thought my dreams were  gone
 But dreaming keeps on driving me
 A  little further on,  yeah, a little  further on
 And  all that time in California
 It  was just a waste  of seed
 I  left everything I cared for
 Neglected  in the weeds
 But  my love for sweet  Rebecca
 Just  keeps growing on and on
 And  it's time  I bring the harvest  home
 
 Well  I called Rebecca just last night
 And  I broke right down and  cried
 As soon as I heard her sweet voice
 Across  the great divide
 In  my dreams the grass was green
 On  Sunset Boulevard
 But  eleven hundred miles from now
 I'll  wake up in her  arms, yeah,  back home on the  farm
 And  all that time in California
 It  was just a waste  of seed
 I  left everything I cared for
 Neglected  in the weeds
 But  my love for sweet  Rebecca
 Just  keeps growing on and on
 And  it's time  I bring the harvest  home
 Yeah,  my love for  sweet Rebecca
 Just  keeps growing on and on
 And  it's time  I bring the harvest  home

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Readable chord sheet for Bring The Harvest Home by Chris Knight

[G]   [C]   [G]   [C]

T[G]he road ain't looked this good to me

I[C]n a couple of months [G]or so

I've been breaking ground, heading down

A[C] hard road to [G]hoe

I[Em]'ve been farming dreams but I ain't seen

N[C]o harvest in L[G].A.

But there's time enough to win her back

I[C] can't waste an[G]other day

A[G] farmer I was born

A[C]nd a farmer I w[G]ill die

I want to plant my heels in a fertile field

A[C]nd dry Rebecca'[G]s eyes

W[Em]ell I couldn't work that desert dirt

A[C]nd I thought my dreams w[G]ere gone

But dreaming keeps on driving me

A[C] little further [G]on, yeah, a l[C]ittle further on[G]

A[D]nd all that time in California

I[C]t was just a wast[G]e of seed

I[D] left everything I cared for

N[C]eglected in the [D]weeds

B[Em]ut my love for s[D]weet Rebecca

J[C]ust keeps growing on and on

A[D]nd it's [C]time I bring the ha[G]rvest home

 [C]   [G]   [C]   [G]

W[G]ell I called Rebecca just last night

A[C]nd I broke right down [G]and cried

As soon as I heard her sweet voice

A[C]cross the great di[D]vide

I[Em]n my dreams the grass was green

O[C]n Sunset Boul[G]evard

B[G]ut eleven hundred miles from now

I[C]'ll wake up in h[G]er arms, yeah[C], back home on the[G] farm

A[D]nd all that time in California

I[C]t was just a wast[G]e of seed

I[D] left everything I cared for

N[C]eglected in the [D]weeds

B[Em]ut my love for s[D]weet Rebecca

J[C]ust keeps growing on and on

A[D]nd it's [C]time I bring the ha[G]rvest home

Y[Em]eah, my love for[D] sweet Rebecca

J[C]ust keeps growing on and on

A[D]nd it's [C]time I bring the ha[G]rvest home

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