The Old Threshing Mill Chords by Foster & Allen
Tempo:
159.95 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
E
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [D] [A]
As [D] I walk down the road on [G] this fine autumn [D]
morn, I can see the great combine [E] collecting
the [A]
corn, and [D] my mind wanders back in the [G] moment of [D]
joy to the day of the thrasher when
I was a boy.
[G] All over the valley [D] you could hear the strange sound of that [A] mighty machine, [D] and it's annual [A] round.
[D] All the men in the town land would [G] follow at [D]
will, and they'd all lend a hand with [A] the
old thrashing [D] mill.
[G] So boil up the bacon and [D] the cabbage, the screen, [A] have plenty of spuds, this [D] would put
her [A]
between, [D] for her empty bellies [G] will soon need a [D]
fill, for it makes a man hungry, [A] the
old thrashing [D]
mill.
There [G]
[D] [A]
[D] were two on the thrasher [G] and two on [D] the stack, and the man with the bob kept [E] the
straw [B] flying back.
[A] [D] There were bottles of water [G] and [D] plenty of bags, Harry and he looked after the bags,
[G] then a few of the boys built [D] the straw in the reek, while [A] the young ones sat home [D] playing
hide and [A] go seek, [D] and myself and my brother [G] with the dogs and [D] the cats, had the time of
our lives chasing after the rats.
[G] So boil up the bacon [D] and the cabbage, the screen, [A] have plenty of spuds, [D] this would put
her [A] between, [D] for her empty bellies [G] will soon need [D] a fill, for it makes a man hungry, the
old thrashing mill.
[C] [B] [E]
[A] [E]
[B] [E] But the times keep on changing [A] and nothing [E] stands still, Larry Andy is gone [F#] like his
old thrashing [B] mill, [E] and most of the workers [A] I knew as [E] a child have reaped the great harvest
[B] for which they [E] have toiled.
[A] No more in the valley [E] will hear that machine, [B] for just like the corn crake [E] they're gone
from [B] the seed, but it [E] makes me feel sad [A] as I dream of [E] it still, for I love the dear sound
of [B]
the old thrashing [E] mill.
[A] So boil up the bacon [E] and the cabbage, the screen, [B] have plenty of spuds, this would [E] put
her [B] between, [E] for her empty bellies [A] will soon need [E] a fill, for it makes a man hungry, [B] the
old thrashing [E] mill.
for it makes a man hungry, [B]
the old [E] thrashing mill.
[N]
As [D] I walk down the road on [G] this fine autumn [D]
morn, I can see the great combine [E] collecting
the [A]
corn, and [D] my mind wanders back in the [G] moment of [D]
joy to the day of the thrasher when
I was a boy.
[G] All over the valley [D] you could hear the strange sound of that [A] mighty machine, [D] and it's annual [A] round.
[D] All the men in the town land would [G] follow at [D]
will, and they'd all lend a hand with [A] the
old thrashing [D] mill.
[G] So boil up the bacon and [D] the cabbage, the screen, [A] have plenty of spuds, this [D] would put
her [A]
between, [D] for her empty bellies [G] will soon need a [D]
fill, for it makes a man hungry, [A] the
old thrashing [D]
mill.
There [G]
[D] [A]
[D] were two on the thrasher [G] and two on [D] the stack, and the man with the bob kept [E] the
straw [B] flying back.
[A] [D] There were bottles of water [G] and [D] plenty of bags, Harry and he looked after the bags,
[G] then a few of the boys built [D] the straw in the reek, while [A] the young ones sat home [D] playing
hide and [A] go seek, [D] and myself and my brother [G] with the dogs and [D] the cats, had the time of
our lives chasing after the rats.
[G] So boil up the bacon [D] and the cabbage, the screen, [A] have plenty of spuds, [D] this would put
her [A] between, [D] for her empty bellies [G] will soon need [D] a fill, for it makes a man hungry, the
old thrashing mill.
[C] [B] [E]
[A] [E]
[B] [E] But the times keep on changing [A] and nothing [E] stands still, Larry Andy is gone [F#] like his
old thrashing [B] mill, [E] and most of the workers [A] I knew as [E] a child have reaped the great harvest
[B] for which they [E] have toiled.
[A] No more in the valley [E] will hear that machine, [B] for just like the corn crake [E] they're gone
from [B] the seed, but it [E] makes me feel sad [A] as I dream of [E] it still, for I love the dear sound
of [B]
the old thrashing [E] mill.
[A] So boil up the bacon [E] and the cabbage, the screen, [B] have plenty of spuds, this would [E] put
her [B] between, [E] for her empty bellies [A] will soon need [E] a fill, for it makes a man hungry, [B] the
old thrashing [E] mill.
for it makes a man hungry, [B]
the old [E] thrashing mill.
[N]
Key:
D
A
E
G
B
D
A
E
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
As [D] I walk down the road on [G] this fine autumn [D]
morn, I can see the great combine _ [E] collecting
the [A]
corn, and [D] my mind wanders back in the [G] moment of [D]
joy to the day of the thrasher when
I was a boy.
[G] All over the valley [D] you could hear the strange sound of that [A] mighty machine, [D] _ and it's annual [A] round.
_ [D] All the men in the town land would [G] follow at [D]
will, and they'd all lend a hand with [A] the
old thrashing [D] mill.
_ [G] So boil up the bacon and [D] the cabbage, the screen, [A] have plenty of spuds, this [D] would put
her [A]
between, [D] for her empty _ bellies [G] will soon need a [D]
fill, for it makes a man hungry, [A] the
old thrashing [D]
mill.
_ There _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] were two on the thrasher [G] and two on [D] the stack, and the man with the bob kept [E] the
straw [B] flying back.
[A] [D] There were bottles of water [G] and [D] plenty of bags, _ _ Harry and he looked after the bags,
[G] then a few of the boys built [D] the straw in the reek, while [A] the young ones sat home [D] playing
hide and [A] go seek, [D] and myself and my brother [G] with the dogs and [D] the cats, had the time of
our lives chasing after the rats.
[G] So boil up the bacon [D] and the cabbage, the screen, [A] have plenty of spuds, [D] this would put
her [A] between, _ [D] for her empty bellies [G] will soon need [D] a fill, for it makes a man hungry, the
old thrashing mill.
[C] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] But the times keep on changing [A] and nothing [E] stands still, Larry Andy is gone [F#] like his
old thrashing [B] mill, [E] and most of the workers [A] I knew as [E] a child have reaped the great harvest
[B] for which they [E] have toiled.
[A] No more in the valley [E] will hear that machine, [B] for just like the corn crake [E] they're gone
from [B] the seed, but it [E] makes me feel sad [A] as I dream of [E] it still, for I love the dear sound
of [B]
the old thrashing [E] mill.
[A] So boil up the bacon [E] and the cabbage, the screen, [B] have plenty of spuds, this would [E] put
her [B] between, [E] for her empty bellies [A] will soon need [E] a fill, for it makes a man hungry, [B] the
old thrashing [E] mill.
for it makes a man hungry, [B]
the old [E] _ thrashing mill.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _
As [D] I walk down the road on [G] this fine autumn [D]
morn, I can see the great combine _ [E] collecting
the [A]
corn, and [D] my mind wanders back in the [G] moment of [D]
joy to the day of the thrasher when
I was a boy.
[G] All over the valley [D] you could hear the strange sound of that [A] mighty machine, [D] _ and it's annual [A] round.
_ [D] All the men in the town land would [G] follow at [D]
will, and they'd all lend a hand with [A] the
old thrashing [D] mill.
_ [G] So boil up the bacon and [D] the cabbage, the screen, [A] have plenty of spuds, this [D] would put
her [A]
between, [D] for her empty _ bellies [G] will soon need a [D]
fill, for it makes a man hungry, [A] the
old thrashing [D]
mill.
_ There _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ [D] were two on the thrasher [G] and two on [D] the stack, and the man with the bob kept [E] the
straw [B] flying back.
[A] [D] There were bottles of water [G] and [D] plenty of bags, _ _ Harry and he looked after the bags,
[G] then a few of the boys built [D] the straw in the reek, while [A] the young ones sat home [D] playing
hide and [A] go seek, [D] and myself and my brother [G] with the dogs and [D] the cats, had the time of
our lives chasing after the rats.
[G] So boil up the bacon [D] and the cabbage, the screen, [A] have plenty of spuds, [D] this would put
her [A] between, _ [D] for her empty bellies [G] will soon need [D] a fill, for it makes a man hungry, the
old thrashing mill.
[C] _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ [E] But the times keep on changing [A] and nothing [E] stands still, Larry Andy is gone [F#] like his
old thrashing [B] mill, [E] and most of the workers [A] I knew as [E] a child have reaped the great harvest
[B] for which they [E] have toiled.
[A] No more in the valley [E] will hear that machine, [B] for just like the corn crake [E] they're gone
from [B] the seed, but it [E] makes me feel sad [A] as I dream of [E] it still, for I love the dear sound
of [B]
the old thrashing [E] mill.
[A] So boil up the bacon [E] and the cabbage, the screen, [B] have plenty of spuds, this would [E] put
her [B] between, [E] for her empty bellies [A] will soon need [E] a fill, for it makes a man hungry, [B] the
old thrashing [E] mill.
for it makes a man hungry, [B]
the old [E] _ thrashing mill.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _
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