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Harold Wilson Chords

(ver. 1)
John D Hale Band
Harold Wilson
By John D Hale Band
9/22/2012

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       C                  C/B      Am
Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell
  C                               C/B         Am
I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel
    C                     C/B        Am      
And no you do not know me, there's a story I'd like to tell
       E7                      F
It's a story I'm sure you know well
       C              G             Am
It's a story that I'm sure you know well


I had me a place on Thunder Ridge in a doomsday shack
My wife had left, took the kids a couple years back
And I spend most of my mornings thinking about that
I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plan
I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plan


Chorus:
        C                  C/B         Am
Did you ever try to farm a farm with a pick and a shovel
C                        C/B       Am 
Try to put a field in of corn just wouldn't grow to nothin'
C                       C/B       Am   
Starin' down across the town, you wonder why I even bother
     E                                      F
When up the road there's a vacant room with climate control and color
        C                 G                   Am
You can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
        C                 G                   Am 
You can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars


There wasn't money in corn and there wasn't money in beans
They took my telephone, shut off my electricity
And then a letter came in the mail saying there's taxes owed by me
If I was ever gonna pay well I had to release
If I was ever gonna pay well I had to release

Chorus

Solo

Well you sold that farm to some fool for 10 cents on the dollar
I saw him out there last week, I was on the way to visit my daughter
And that son of a b***h is out there trying to hook a windmill up to water
When he heard me laugh, well he turned and I swear he hollered
When he heard me laugh, well he turned and I swear he hollered

Chorus


Now the government checks come down the pike, regularly as rain
And I sit outside my old ??? when the Junebugs drive me in
Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell
I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel 
            
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