4:42 PM detuning my dobro
some midnight rambling. with a slide in a curious tuning; CCFAF (no high e) A farmers blues … for if you know what’s going on these days
In rural areas.
On my way to work I spotted a few workers on the land
I took a picture to capture the moment … to accommodate this song
It fits very well I think.
My late grandmother worked as a maid and late grandfather worked as a farmhand,A lot of things come together at the end of this year..
An appropriate song to publish on her birthday, the 4th of December , a kind of tribute , a little remembrance and foreshadowing of events about to happen
Harvest Season - farmers Blues -
© 041222 John Schuur
When they come to take your property
This is an ambush too !
There couldn’t be a better day
pick up and fire that shotgun through
Harvest season phony reasons
To force you of your land somehow
Call it treason by spineless weasels
a robbery by the few
Everything you worked for
Sinks into the blue
Tears are falling like a shower of rain
On the earth where once corn grew
Empty fields was everything in vain?
Now you got to think things through
Harvest season phony reasons
To force you of your land somehow
Call it treason by spineless weasels
a robbery ,by the few- who changed the law
everything you worked for
Breaks in two
No food to feed the community
Hunger will come it’s true
With a pitchfork you’re trying anyway
To protect your revenue
Forced to turn your keys in
to stop you to milk your cows
For no reason all these crooks
closing the books
Uprising till the last man stands
to claim back the land
mmmm mmmm
Mmmm mmmm
Harvest season phony reasons
To force you of your land somehow
Call it treason by spineless weasels
a robbery by the few
Everything you worked for
Sinks into the blue
When they come to take your property
This is an ambush too !
With a pitchfork you’re trying anyway
To protect your revenue
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Tuning CCFAF (no high e)
Verse/chorus
F/C. C/G. Bb/F. C. F/C 2x
Bridge:
Ebsus2/F. B/F. Bbm/F. F/C
Ebsus2/F. B/F Bbm/F. G/D. C/G
some midnight rambling. with a slide in a curious tuning; CCFAF (no high e) A farmers blues … for if you know what’s going on these days
In rural areas.
On my way to work I spotted a few workers on the land
I took a picture to capture the moment … to accommodate this song
It fits very well I think.
My late grandmother worked as a maid and late grandfather worked as a farmhand,A lot of things come together at the end of this year..
An appropriate song to publish on her birthday, the 4th of December , a kind of tribute , a little remembrance and foreshadowing of events about to happen
Harvest Season - farmers Blues -
© 041222 John Schuur
When they come to take your property
This is an ambush too !
There couldn’t be a better day
pick up and fire that shotgun through
Harvest season phony reasons
To force you of your land somehow
Call it treason by spineless weasels
a robbery by the few
Everything you worked for
Sinks into the blue
Tears are falling like a shower of rain
On the earth where once corn grew
Empty fields was everything in vain?
Now you got to think things through
Harvest season phony reasons
To force you of your land somehow
Call it treason by spineless weasels
a robbery ,by the few- who changed the law
everything you worked for
Breaks in two
No food to feed the community
Hunger will come it’s true
With a pitchfork you’re trying anyway
To protect your revenue
Forced to turn your keys in
to stop you to milk your cows
For no reason all these crooks
closing the books
Uprising till the last man stands
to claim back the land
mmmm mmmm
Mmmm mmmm
Harvest season phony reasons
To force you of your land somehow
Call it treason by spineless weasels
a robbery by the few
Everything you worked for
Sinks into the blue
When they come to take your property
This is an ambush too !
With a pitchfork you’re trying anyway
To protect your revenue
-------------------- info ---------------------
Tuning CCFAF (no high e)
Verse/chorus
F/C. C/G. Bb/F. C. F/C 2x
Bridge:
Ebsus2/F. B/F. Bbm/F. F/C
Ebsus2/F. B/F Bbm/F. G/D. C/G
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