Red Buds
William Elliott WhitmoreVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
2x
Well the wind blows hard upon weepin' will hair and the red buds
sway in the breeze/ And if you listen real close you can hear the
distant cry of a broken man on his knees.
And the rain beats hard on a poor man's head
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of shame
( little hammer on pull
And the water keeps on risin at the old homestead ...off on the A string)
Well if the corns knees high by the fourth of July and Mother Nature
smiles on us all/ And there's a ring around the moon and that means
rain is comin' soon and we'll have a good harvest this fall.
And the rain beats hard on a poor on man's head
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of shame
And the moon keeps on shinin at the old homestead
Well the wind blows through the wheat field at night and it plays a
lonely tune/ And the bones clatter in the trees waving endless summer
breeze/ Well there ain't nothin like Lee County in June
And the rain beats hard on a poor man's head
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of shame
And the river keeps on flowin at the old homestead
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Readable chord sheet for Red Buds by William Elliott Whitmore
[G] [A] [C] [G] 2x [G]Well the wind blows hard u[A]pon weepin' will hair and [C]the red buds sway in the[G] breeze/ [G]And if you listen real close [A]you can hear the distant cry of a[C] broken man on his kne[G]es. [C]And the rain beats hard on a p[G]oor man's head [C]And the wind blows the nails out of the [G]tin roof of shame [A] [C] [G] ([A] little hammer on pull And the water keeps on risin at the old homestead ...off on the A string) [G]Well if the corns knees high by the[A] fourth of July and Mother[C] Nature smiles on us [G]all/ A[G]nd there's a ring around the moon and t[A]hat means rain is comin' soon and [C]we'll have a good harvest this fal[G]l. [C]And the rain beats hard on a p[G]oor on man's head [C]And the wind blows the nails out of the [C]tin roof of shame [A]And the moon keeps on shinin[C] at the old homestea[G]d [G]Well the wind blows through the [A]wheat field at night and it[C] plays a lonely tu[G]ne/ A[G]nd the bones clatter in the trees waving e[A]ndless summer breeze/ Well there ain't[C] nothin like Lee County in Jun[G]e [C]And the rain beats hard on a [G]poor man's head [C]And the wind blows the nails out of the [G]tin roof of shame [A]And the river keeps on flowin[C] at the old homestea[G]d