Don Henley - A Month Of Sundays Chords

[Intro]
Dm*  F*  Dm*  F*  Bb*  F*  Dm*  F*

[Verse]
F                   Dm        F                 Dm
 I used to work for Harvester, I used to use my hands
Bb
 I used to make the tractors and the combines
     C
that plowed and harvested this great land
      Dm               F            Dm            F
Now I see my handiwork on the block  everywhere I turn
      Dm                        F
And I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces
      Bb
and I watch the harvest burn

F                    Dm  F                 Dm
I quit the plant in '57, had some time for farmin' then
Bb
Banks back then was lendin' money
    C
The banker was the farmer's friend
         Dm                F
And I've seen dog days and dusty days;
Dm                   F
Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
Dm               F
held the leather reins in my hands
    Bb
and felt the soft ground under my feet
                Dm                  F
Between the hot dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War
           Dm               F
it's been hard to make ends meet
      Dm              F
But I always kept the clothes on our backs;
  Bb
I always put the shoes on our feet

F                     Dm
My grandson, he comes home from college
          F                     Dm
He says, "We get the government we deserve."
Bb
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says,
 C
"That little punk, he never had to serve."
      Dm              F
And I sit here in the shadow of suburbia
    Dm                    F
and look out across these empty fields
  Dm          F
I sit here in earshot of the bypass
       Bb
and at night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels

[Arpegio] 
Dm *  Gm

F                      Dm             F          Dm
The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too
Bb
Me, I just know how to raise things
C
That was all I ever knew
Dm                F
Now, it all comes down to numbers
Dm                F
Now I'm glad that I have quit it
Dm                    F
Folks these days just don't do nothin'
Bb
simply for the love of it

F                       Dm
I went into town on the Fourth of July
F                           Dm
Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack
Bb
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum
C
One step forward and two steps back
      Dm            F
And I saw a sign on Easy Street,
       Dm             F
said, "Be Prepared to Stop."
Dm                        F
Pray for the independent, little man
Bb
I don't see next year's crop
      Dm              F
And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
      Dm                F
And I hear the crickets hum
  Dm                F
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance
        Bb
but the showers never come
  Dm           F
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
  Dm           F
I sit here and rub my hands
  Dm           F
I sit here and listen to the clock strike,
      Bb
and I wonder when I'll see my companion again