Broken Plow

Am
Load up the old Dodge truck
      Fmaj7
We’ll leave what we can’t sell
Am
Nobody needs a sharecropper’s tools
Fmaj7
or a dust filled well
Am
Take you one last look around
Fmaj7
shed you one last tear
        Am
For the broken plow, the broken 
dreams
        Fmaj7              Am
And the life we’re leaving here


Pull the lines down tight
The kids can ride on top of the load
In the cool of the night
They can crawl underneath the tarp
To stay out of the cold
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and
 sand
We’ll cross ‘em tired and torn
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If this beat up truck can carry us
Far enough away from the storm


Chorus:
      F            C
We’re going to California
        G
There’s work there for a man
    F                C
Too proud to beg for charity
    G              F
Too poor to make a stand
                              G
Pray it’s just the land we’re losing
       C                   F
Not my life’s blood that I leave
       Am
On the handles of that broken plow

That haunts me in my dreams


A man at a roadside station
Don’t like dealing with my kind
He’d beat me out of my last dollar
And never look me in the eye
I heard ‘em call us Okies
Hell I don’t know what that means
But something tells me the promised 
land
Ain’t as promising as it seems


Chorus


Bridge:  F Am
Fmaj7                       
This restless road is full of 
  Am
strangers
Fmaj7                         Am
They ain’t no stranger than I am
Fmaj7                   Am
Hardened faces damn the dust and 
curse the wind
     Am
That drove us from this life and 
home
      Fmaj7       Am
We’ll never know again