Harold Wilson Chords by John D. Hale Band

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Harold Wilson is my name, [Am] son, why don't you set a spell?
[C]
I live right here [G] on the Ferguson [Am] Road at the Paradise Motel.
[C]
And though you do not [G] know me, [Am] there's a story I'd like to tell.
[E]
It's a story that [Em] I'm sure [F] you know well.
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It's a story [G] that I'm sure [Am] you know well.
[C] I had me a place on Thunder Ridge [Am] in a doomsday shack.
[C] My wife had left and took [Am] the kids a couple years back.
[C] And I spent most of [G] my mornings [Am] thinking about that.
[E] I spent my afternoons trying to figure [F] out what the plan was.
[C] I spent my [G] afternoons trying to figure [Am] out what the plan was.
[C]
Did you ever try to farm [Am] a farm with a pick and a shovel?
[C]
Try to put a field [Am] in the corn, just wouldn't grow to nothing.
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Staring down across [Am] the town, you wonder why even bother.
[E]
When up the road there's a vacant [F] room, climate control in color.
[C]
You could stay [G] there by the mall [Am] for a hundred dollars.
Yeah, [C]
you could stay [G] there by the mall [Am] for a hundred dollars.
_ Well [C] there wasn't money in corn and [Am] there wasn't money in beans.
[C]
They took my telephone, [Am] shut off my electricity.
[C] And then a letter came in the mail [Am] saying the taxes owed by me.
If [E] I was ever gonna pay, [F] what would happen to me?
[C] If I was ever [G] gonna pay, [Am] will I have three kids?
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Did you ever try to farm a farm [Am] with a pick and a shovel?
[C]
Try to put a field [Am] in the corn, just wouldn't grow to nothing.
[C] _
Staring down across [Am] the town, you wonder why even bother.
[E]
When up the road [Em] there's a vacant [F] room, climate control in color.
[C] You could stay [G] there by the mall [Am] for a hundred dollars.
Yeah, [C]
you could stay [G] there by the mall [Am] for a hundred dollars.
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_ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [C] Well he sold that farm to some [Am] fool for ten cents on the dollar.
[C]
I saw him out there last [Am] week, I was on my way to visit my daughter.
[C] And that son of a bitch is out there [Am] trying to hook a windmill up the water.
[E]
When he heard me laugh, well he turned and [F] I swear he hollered.
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When he heard [G] me laugh, well he turned and [Am] I swear he hollered.
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Did you ever try [Em] to farm [Am] a farm with a pick and a shovel?
[C]
Try to put a field [Am] in the corn, just wouldn't grow to nothing.
[C]
Staring down across [Am] the town, you wonder why even bother.
[E]
When up the road [Em] there's a vacant [F] room, climate control in color.
[C]
You could stay [G] there by the mall [Am] for a hundred dollars.
Yeah, [C]
you could stay [G] there by the mall [Am] for a hundred dollars.
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Now the government chicks come down to pack, [Am] regular as rain.
[C] And I sit outside most nights, [Am] except when the June bugs drive me in.
[C]
Harold Wilson is my name, [Am] son, why don't you set a spell?
[E]
Well I live right here on [F] Ferguson Road at the [Am] Paradise Mall.
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