For An Old Kentucky Anarchist
Erik PetersenVersion1
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High upon a forgotten mountain top, lay a garden, untended and dry
'twas a yard that hadn't felt children's feet running, for the mother long
ago, taught her children how to fly
Within a simple cabin, untouched by industrial hands
Sat the aging mother in her home
You cant escape the picture frames, theres too many, she said
They keep me from being alone
Well she spoke, "he was an honest man, he worked hard to put food on our plates
Well we had more babies than we had arms, we struggled all our lives
But the rewards were great
And when my son came home from the war, he rested his head on my breast
And said, mom, Im tired of being used and grinded down, I feel so low
Can you make me feel like Im the best?
Well my best friend truly wed a savage man, he wore her like a bad tattoo
For his only love was for the bottle, she said theres only one thing left for me to do
To be wild once again, to take back my life and run away, set flames to his truck
He wont ever know hes been missing I did every day, joy freedom, dance, and love
Dance and love..."
These are the stories that this mother spoke to me,
As I brought her garden back to grow. I was rewarded with a warm meal
Tales never to be heard, some call it poverty, but theyll never know
She said All Ive got is my stories and this old guitar, my crops have all come and
away,
Ive got a head full of recipies,enticing to the taste and a liking to wake up and greet
day
Got bad back from raising my children, from hugging my husband so tight
Hell, Ive never cared much for any government, Ive got my jesus when I feel the time
right,
Singin Im the richest I'll ever be, I embrace the world I have all around me. So sing
dying song, and
slap your knee, Have a taste of true anarchy
Yeah, anarchy
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Readable chord sheet for For An Old Kentucky Anarchist by Erik Petersen
[C] [F] [Am]
H[G]igh upon a forgotten mountain top, lay a garden, untended and dry
[C] [G] [Am]
't[G]was a yard that hadn't felt children's feet running, for the mother long
ag[F]o, taught her chi[G]ldren how to f[C]ly
Wi[C]thin a simple cabin, unt[F]ouched by industrial hands
Sat the ag[Am]ing mother in her h[G]ome
You cant e[C]scape the picture fr[G]ames, theres too m[Am]any, she s[G]aid
They k[F]eep me from be[G]ing al[C]one
[C] [F] [Am]
Well she spo[G]ke, "he was an honest man, he worked hard to put food on our plates
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
We[F]ll we had more babies than we had arms, we struggled all our lives
But the r[G]ewards were g[C]reat
[C] [F] [Am]
And[G] when my son came home from the war, he rested his head on my breast
[C] [G] [Am]
And sa[F]id, mom, Im tired of being used and grinded down, I feel so low
Can you make me fee[G]l like Im the b[C]est?
[C] [F] [Am]
Well my[G] best friend truly wed a savage man, he wore her like a bad tattoo
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
For[F] his only love [G]was for the bo[C]ttle, she said theres only one thing left for me to do
[C] [F] [Am]
To be wild once[G] again, to take back my life and run away, set flames to his truck
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
He wont[G] ever know hes be[C]en missing I did every day, joy freedom, dance, and love
[C] [F] [Am] Dance and l[G]ove..."
[C]These are the stories that this m[F]other spoke to me,
As I b[Am]rought her garden back to g[G]row. I was re[C]warded with a w[G]arm meal
[Am] [G] [F]
Tales neve[C]r to be heard, some call it poverty, but theyll never know
[C] [F]
She said All Ive got is m[G]y stories and this old guitar, my crops have all come and
away,
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
Ive got[F] a head full of[G] recipies,entici[C]ng to the taste and a liking to wake up and greet
day
[C] [F] [Am]
Got b[G]ad back from raising my children, from hugging my husband so tight
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
Hell, I[F]ve never car[G]ed much for any go[C]vernment, Ive got my jesus when I feel the time
right,
[C] [F] [Am]
Sing[G]in Im the riches[C]t I'll ever [G]be, I embrace the world I have all around me. So sing
dying song, and
[Am]slap your kn[G]ee, Have a tas[F]te of true an[G]arc[C]hy
[C] [F] Y[Am]eah, anar[G]chy