Broken Plow
Chris KnightVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Load up the old Dodge truck
Well leave what we cant sell
Nobody needs a sharecroppers tools
or a dust filled well
Take you one last look around
shed you one last tear
For the broken plow, the broken dreams
And the life were leaving here
Pull the lines down tight
The kids can ride on top of the load
In the cool of the night
They can crawl underneath the tarp
To stay out of the cold
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand
Well cross em tired and torn
If this beat up truck can carry us
Far enough away from the storm
Were going to California
Theres work there for a man
Too proud to beg for charity
Too poor to make a stand
Pray its just the land were losing
Not my lifes blood that I leave
On the handles of that broken plow
That haunts me in my dreams
A man at a roadside station
Dont like dealing with my kind
Hed beat me out of my last dollar
And never look me in the eye
I heard em call us Okies
Hell I dont know what that means
But something tells me the promised land
Aint as promising as it seems
This restless road is full of strangers
They aint no stranger than I am
Hardened faces damn the dust and curse the wind
That drove us from this life and home
Well never know again
On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams
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Readable chord sheet for Broken Plow by Chris Knight
[Am]Load up the old Dodge truck Well [Fmaj7]leave what we cant sell [Am]Nobody needs a sharecroppers tools [Fmaj7]or a dust filled well [Am]Take you one last look around [Fmaj7]shed you one last tear For the [Am]broken plow, the broken dreams And the [Fmaj7]life were leaving [Am]here Pull the lines down tight The kids can ride on top of the load In the cool of the night They can crawl underneath the tarp To stay out of the cold Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand Well cross em tired and torn If this beat up truck can carry us Far enough away from the storm Were [F]going to Cali[C]fornia Theres [G]work there for a man Too [F]proud to beg for [C]charity Too [G]poor to make a [F]stand Pray its just the land were [G]losing Not my [C]lifes blood that I [F]leave On the [Am]handles of that broken plow That haunts me in my dreams A man at a roadside station Dont like dealing with my kind Hed beat me out of my last dollar And never look me in the eye I heard em call us Okies Hell I dont know what that means But something tells me the promised land Aint as promising as it seems [F] [Am] [Fmaj7]This restless road is full of [Am]strangers [Fmaj7]They aint no stranger than I [Am]am [Fmaj7]Hardened faces damn the [Am]dust and curse the wind That [Am]drove us from this life and home Well [Fmaj7]never know a[Am]gain On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams