Chords for Better Times a' Comin'

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_ The land has gone dry, the hens won't lay, there's no place I can borrow.
I give [F] the landlord all [G] the news and the rent [C] comes due tomorrow.
Lots of money in the bank, they say that's where they keep it.
Not only [F] would they loan [G] me some, they [C] wouldn't let me see it.
So pick away on the old banjo, keep that guitar strummin'.
Put [F] more water in the [G] soup, there's better [C] times to come. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ Well, Mary Lou could pull a plow if only I would let her.
Twice as [F] strong as any [C] ox and she don't smell much better.
I didn't kiss that Mary Lou, but once, then I had to leave her.
Makes my [F] collar get too [C] tight, I start to burn with fever.
So pick away on the old banjo, keep that [G] guitar [C] strummin'.
Put more [F] water in the [G] soup, there's better [C] times to come. _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ My rooster used to chase the hens, he just kept getting thinner.
Till he [F] run hissef to [G] death, so I brought him in [C] for dinner.
Cotton crops are mighty poor, the weeds are really growing.
I need a [F] woman pretty [G] bad to help me with the hoeing.
[C] So pick away on the old banjo, keep that [G] guitar [C] strummin'.
Put more [F] water in the [G] soup, there's better [C] times to come. _ _
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Well, the men come by the other day, a hunting manual neighbor.
I told him I hadn't seen the guy, why don't he ask my neighbor?
So come on boys, get your gowns and kick your heels up higher.
Don't let no [F] one steal your gown, [C] just hold her a little tighter.
So pick away on the old banjo, keep that [G] guitar strummin'.
[C] Put more [F] water in the soup, there's [C] better times to come.
_ _ [F] _ There's [C] better times to come.
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