Chords for Flatlanders "Homeland Refugee"
Tempo:
91.3 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Bb
F
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N]
All right, well, thanks everybody for coming out tonight.
Thanks for having us back in Santa Fe again.
A wonderful award.
We're the Flatlanders.
This is Joe Ely.
I'm Jimmy Dale Gilmore.
Butch Hancock.
[C]
That song [G] we just did was a, uh, that was a Jimmy Dale Gilmore song that was written by Butch [Cm] Hancock.
And, uh, we, uh, [N] some of you might not know about our story, but we, uh, the three of us made our first record together in 1972.
And made our second record together 30 years later.
[Cm]
And now we got one [Gm] about every four or five years.
[Cm] And we're getting fast.
And [N] we have a new one called the Flatlanders Hills and Valleys.
Speaking of Flatlanders and Hills and Valleys, how many of you have actually been to Lubbock?
[G]
So you know that it's totally absent of Hills and [G] Valleys.
[Cm] [Gb] We never [G] saw like a tree [Gb] until we were [C] 21 years old.
And I saw the [A] other one when I was 24.
[Dm]
[C] [A] We, I want to do a song here that, uh, we started about a year and a half ago.
Thinking about that dusty old part of the country that we came from.
And, uh, [G] how our parents and grandparents would always talk about, uh, during the Dust Bowl when it had been raining for 10 years and all the crops flew away.
Everybody headed west looking for work.
And, uh, a lot of our families ended [D] up in California.
[Cm]
And, [G] uh, we were thinking how ironic it was, uh,
that we saw a story in the paper how more people were leaving California than coming [Cm] in.
[D] And it was a reverse migration back to the Dust Bowl.
And, you know, [G] I'm sure to Santa Fe too.
But, uh, we made up this song, put ourselves in [C] somebody's shoes, and was, uh, heading back, uh, heading back to, it's called Homeland Refugee.
[Bb] [C]
[A] [C]
Wearing our backpacks over yesterday, [G] on a freeway full of smoke and things.
[G] Where the power line and the fault line [Dm] is double crossed.
[C] I left our yellow porch light on.
[A] No one will notice that no one's [C] home.
No one else will notice what [Dm] was lost.
[C] I lost my home when the deal went bust.
[Bb] Through the so-called security of trust, [C] I planned my life.
The way they [Dm] said I should.
[C] I sent my wife and kids ahead.
[Bb] I'm right behind [G] you, so I said, [C] be there when I get there.
[Dm] In fact, [F] I'm leaving [G] California for [C] the Dust Bowl.
They took it all, there's nowhere else to go.
[F] The pastures are plenty, [C] burning [Am] by the sea.
[F]
I'm a new start.
[G] [Bb]
[C] There's a plastic sack of hardware [Bb] food, burned out beer trucks full of beer.
[C]
Drives [G] my mind [Dm] wrong.
[C]
Between the town of Kentucky, [Bb] and Philadelphia, with empty cans,
[C] I'm going to the sea.
[Dm] [F] And I'm leaving California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else to go.
[F]
The pastures are [C] plenty, burning [Am] by the sea.
[F]
I'm a new start.
[G] [Bb]
[C] [Bb]
[C]
My grandpa used to tell about [G] the way the [Bb] bankers drove them [C] out.
In the wind and the dust and the crash of [Gm] 39.
[Dm] [C] They crossed the desert, the headed [Bb] west, swore they'd help you,
to support the [C] best.
They reassured the ones they [Dm] left behind.
[C] They've seen refugees from Mexico, [Bb]
behind an abandoned flexi-co.
[C] We nod and smile, it's clear [Dm] we're all in the same boat.
[C] For everything this world is [Bb] worth, we're all just migrants on the [C] surf.
We're burning, burning for the Dust Bowl.
[Dm]
[F] And I'm leaving [G] California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else to go.
[F] The pastures are plenty, [C]
burning [Am] by the sea.
[F] I'm a new start.
[G]
[F] I'm leaving [G] California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
[F] They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else [F] [C] to go.
[Am] [F] [G] [Bb] [C]
[Bb] [C]
[N]
All right, well, thanks everybody for coming out tonight.
Thanks for having us back in Santa Fe again.
A wonderful award.
We're the Flatlanders.
This is Joe Ely.
I'm Jimmy Dale Gilmore.
Butch Hancock.
[C]
That song [G] we just did was a, uh, that was a Jimmy Dale Gilmore song that was written by Butch [Cm] Hancock.
And, uh, we, uh, [N] some of you might not know about our story, but we, uh, the three of us made our first record together in 1972.
And made our second record together 30 years later.
[Cm]
And now we got one [Gm] about every four or five years.
[Cm] And we're getting fast.
And [N] we have a new one called the Flatlanders Hills and Valleys.
Speaking of Flatlanders and Hills and Valleys, how many of you have actually been to Lubbock?
[G]
So you know that it's totally absent of Hills and [G] Valleys.
[Cm] [Gb] We never [G] saw like a tree [Gb] until we were [C] 21 years old.
And I saw the [A] other one when I was 24.
[Dm]
[C] [A] We, I want to do a song here that, uh, we started about a year and a half ago.
Thinking about that dusty old part of the country that we came from.
And, uh, [G] how our parents and grandparents would always talk about, uh, during the Dust Bowl when it had been raining for 10 years and all the crops flew away.
Everybody headed west looking for work.
And, uh, a lot of our families ended [D] up in California.
[Cm]
And, [G] uh, we were thinking how ironic it was, uh,
that we saw a story in the paper how more people were leaving California than coming [Cm] in.
[D] And it was a reverse migration back to the Dust Bowl.
And, you know, [G] I'm sure to Santa Fe too.
But, uh, we made up this song, put ourselves in [C] somebody's shoes, and was, uh, heading back, uh, heading back to, it's called Homeland Refugee.
[Bb] [C]
[A] [C]
Wearing our backpacks over yesterday, [G] on a freeway full of smoke and things.
[G] Where the power line and the fault line [Dm] is double crossed.
[C] I left our yellow porch light on.
[A] No one will notice that no one's [C] home.
No one else will notice what [Dm] was lost.
[C] I lost my home when the deal went bust.
[Bb] Through the so-called security of trust, [C] I planned my life.
The way they [Dm] said I should.
[C] I sent my wife and kids ahead.
[Bb] I'm right behind [G] you, so I said, [C] be there when I get there.
[Dm] In fact, [F] I'm leaving [G] California for [C] the Dust Bowl.
They took it all, there's nowhere else to go.
[F] The pastures are plenty, [C] burning [Am] by the sea.
[F]
I'm a new start.
[G] [Bb]
[C] There's a plastic sack of hardware [Bb] food, burned out beer trucks full of beer.
[C]
Drives [G] my mind [Dm] wrong.
[C]
Between the town of Kentucky, [Bb] and Philadelphia, with empty cans,
[C] I'm going to the sea.
[Dm] [F] And I'm leaving California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else to go.
[F]
The pastures are [C] plenty, burning [Am] by the sea.
[F]
I'm a new start.
[G] [Bb]
[C] [Bb]
[C]
My grandpa used to tell about [G] the way the [Bb] bankers drove them [C] out.
In the wind and the dust and the crash of [Gm] 39.
[Dm] [C] They crossed the desert, the headed [Bb] west, swore they'd help you,
to support the [C] best.
They reassured the ones they [Dm] left behind.
[C] They've seen refugees from Mexico, [Bb]
behind an abandoned flexi-co.
[C] We nod and smile, it's clear [Dm] we're all in the same boat.
[C] For everything this world is [Bb] worth, we're all just migrants on the [C] surf.
We're burning, burning for the Dust Bowl.
[Dm]
[F] And I'm leaving [G] California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else to go.
[F] The pastures are plenty, [C]
burning [Am] by the sea.
[F] I'm a new start.
[G]
[F] I'm leaving [G] California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
[F] They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else [F] [C] to go.
[Am] [F] [G] [Bb] [C]
[Bb] [C]
[N]
Key:
C
G
Bb
F
Dm
C
G
Bb
_ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
All right, well, thanks everybody for coming out tonight.
Thanks for having us back in Santa Fe again.
A wonderful award.
We're the Flatlanders.
This is Joe Ely.
_ _ I'm Jimmy Dale Gilmore. _
Butch Hancock.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
That song [G] we just did was a, uh, that was a Jimmy Dale Gilmore song that was written by Butch [Cm] Hancock.
_ _ And, uh, we, uh, [N] some of you might not know about our story, but we, uh, the three of us made our first record together in 1972.
And made our second record together 30 years later.
_ [Cm]
And now we got one [Gm] about every four or five years.
[Cm] And we're getting fast.
And [N] we have a new one called the Flatlanders Hills and Valleys.
_ _ _ Speaking of Flatlanders and Hills and Valleys, how many of you have actually been to Lubbock?
[G] _ _ _
_ _ So you know that it's totally absent of Hills and [G] Valleys.
_ [Cm] _ _ [Gb] We never [G] saw like a tree [Gb] until we were [C] 21 years old.
And I saw the [A] other one when I was 24.
[Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [A] We, I want to do a song here that, uh, we started about a year and a half ago.
Thinking about that dusty old part of the country that we came from.
And, uh, [G] how our parents and grandparents would always talk about, uh, during the Dust Bowl when it had been raining for 10 years and all the crops flew away.
Everybody headed west looking for work.
And, uh, a lot of our families ended [D] up in California.
[Cm]
And, [G] uh, we were thinking how ironic it was, uh,
that _ we saw a story in the paper how more people were leaving California than coming [Cm] in.
[D] And it was a reverse migration back to the Dust Bowl.
And, you know, [G] I'm sure to Santa Fe too.
But, uh, we made up this song, put ourselves in [C] somebody's shoes, and was, uh, heading back, uh, heading back to, it's called Homeland Refugee. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Wearing our backpacks over yesterday, [G] on a freeway full of smoke and things.
[G] Where the power line and the fault line [Dm] is double crossed.
_ [C] I left our yellow porch light on.
[A] No one will notice that no one's [C] home.
No one else will notice what [Dm] was lost.
_ _ [C] I lost my home when the deal went bust.
[Bb] Through the so-called security of trust, [C] I planned my life.
The way they [Dm] said I should.
_ _ [C] I sent my wife and kids ahead.
[Bb] I'm right behind [G] you, so I said, [C] be there when I get there.
[Dm] In fact, _ _ [F] I'm leaving [G] California for [C] the Dust Bowl.
_ They took it all, there's nowhere else to go.
_ _ [F] The pastures are plenty, [C] burning [Am] by the sea.
_ [F]
I'm a new start.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ There's a plastic sack of hardware [Bb] food, burned out beer trucks full of beer.
[C]
Drives [G] my mind [Dm] wrong.
_ _ _ [C]
Between the town of Kentucky, [Bb] and Philadelphia, with empty cans,
[C] I'm going to the sea.
[Dm] _ _ _ [F] And I'm leaving California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
_ They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else to go.
_ _ _ [F]
The pastures are _ [C] plenty, burning [Am] by the sea.
[F]
I'm a new start.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My grandpa used to tell about [G] the way the [Bb] bankers drove them [C] out.
In the wind and the dust and the crash of [Gm] 39.
[Dm] _ _ [C] They crossed the desert, the headed [Bb] west, swore they'd help you,
to support the [C] best.
They reassured the ones they [Dm] left behind.
_ [C] They've seen refugees from Mexico, [Bb]
behind an abandoned flexi-co.
[C] We nod and smile, it's clear [Dm] we're all in the same boat.
_ [C] For everything this world is [Bb] worth, we're all just migrants on the [C] surf.
We're burning, burning for the Dust Bowl.
[Dm] _
_ _ [F] And I'm leaving [G] California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
_ They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else to go.
_ _ [F] The pastures are plenty, [C]
burning [Am] by the sea.
[F] I'm a new start.
_ [G] _
_ _ [F] I'm leaving [G] California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
_ [F] They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] to go.
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
All right, well, thanks everybody for coming out tonight.
Thanks for having us back in Santa Fe again.
A wonderful award.
We're the Flatlanders.
This is Joe Ely.
_ _ I'm Jimmy Dale Gilmore. _
Butch Hancock.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
That song [G] we just did was a, uh, that was a Jimmy Dale Gilmore song that was written by Butch [Cm] Hancock.
_ _ And, uh, we, uh, [N] some of you might not know about our story, but we, uh, the three of us made our first record together in 1972.
And made our second record together 30 years later.
_ [Cm]
And now we got one [Gm] about every four or five years.
[Cm] And we're getting fast.
And [N] we have a new one called the Flatlanders Hills and Valleys.
_ _ _ Speaking of Flatlanders and Hills and Valleys, how many of you have actually been to Lubbock?
[G] _ _ _
_ _ So you know that it's totally absent of Hills and [G] Valleys.
_ [Cm] _ _ [Gb] We never [G] saw like a tree [Gb] until we were [C] 21 years old.
And I saw the [A] other one when I was 24.
[Dm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [A] We, I want to do a song here that, uh, we started about a year and a half ago.
Thinking about that dusty old part of the country that we came from.
And, uh, [G] how our parents and grandparents would always talk about, uh, during the Dust Bowl when it had been raining for 10 years and all the crops flew away.
Everybody headed west looking for work.
And, uh, a lot of our families ended [D] up in California.
[Cm]
And, [G] uh, we were thinking how ironic it was, uh,
that _ we saw a story in the paper how more people were leaving California than coming [Cm] in.
[D] And it was a reverse migration back to the Dust Bowl.
And, you know, [G] I'm sure to Santa Fe too.
But, uh, we made up this song, put ourselves in [C] somebody's shoes, and was, uh, heading back, uh, heading back to, it's called Homeland Refugee. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Wearing our backpacks over yesterday, [G] on a freeway full of smoke and things.
[G] Where the power line and the fault line [Dm] is double crossed.
_ [C] I left our yellow porch light on.
[A] No one will notice that no one's [C] home.
No one else will notice what [Dm] was lost.
_ _ [C] I lost my home when the deal went bust.
[Bb] Through the so-called security of trust, [C] I planned my life.
The way they [Dm] said I should.
_ _ [C] I sent my wife and kids ahead.
[Bb] I'm right behind [G] you, so I said, [C] be there when I get there.
[Dm] In fact, _ _ [F] I'm leaving [G] California for [C] the Dust Bowl.
_ They took it all, there's nowhere else to go.
_ _ [F] The pastures are plenty, [C] burning [Am] by the sea.
_ [F]
I'm a new start.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ There's a plastic sack of hardware [Bb] food, burned out beer trucks full of beer.
[C]
Drives [G] my mind [Dm] wrong.
_ _ _ [C]
Between the town of Kentucky, [Bb] and Philadelphia, with empty cans,
[C] I'm going to the sea.
[Dm] _ _ _ [F] And I'm leaving California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
_ They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else to go.
_ _ _ [F]
The pastures are _ [C] plenty, burning [Am] by the sea.
[F]
I'm a new start.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ My grandpa used to tell about [G] the way the [Bb] bankers drove them [C] out.
In the wind and the dust and the crash of [Gm] 39.
[Dm] _ _ [C] They crossed the desert, the headed [Bb] west, swore they'd help you,
to support the [C] best.
They reassured the ones they [Dm] left behind.
_ [C] They've seen refugees from Mexico, [Bb]
behind an abandoned flexi-co.
[C] We nod and smile, it's clear [Dm] we're all in the same boat.
_ [C] For everything this world is [Bb] worth, we're all just migrants on the [C] surf.
We're burning, burning for the Dust Bowl.
[Dm] _
_ _ [F] And I'm leaving [G] California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
_ They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else to go.
_ _ [F] The pastures are plenty, [C]
burning [Am] by the sea.
[F] I'm a new start.
_ [G] _
_ _ [F] I'm leaving [G] California [C] for the Dust Bowl.
_ [F] They took it [G] all, there's nowhere [C] else _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] to go.
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _