Making Hay

Intro guitar play
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Verse 1

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He never went to school beyond the
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 day he turned sixteen
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And I can’t say that I know being 
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that poor really means
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He wouldn’t be mistaken for a man
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 of high degree
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   (play second half of intro here)
But he was just as smart as anyone 
to me



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Verse 2 (same as the other verses, 
without 'intro'-ending)

The first thing I remember till the 
day I moved away
Up at every morning I don’t believe 
he missed a day
It was always after sundown when he 
pulled up in the yard
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He'd put me on the tractor and let
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 me drive into the barn


[Chorus]
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Plow or planter, rake or baler, 
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they were all the same to me
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When I grow up a farmer is all I 
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ever wanna be
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I know that he was tired but he 
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would sit and watch me play
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    (Play full intro)
In my imagination I was really 
making hay


I graduated high-school just before 
I turned eighteen
Two years into college when I had a 
change of dreams
I’d wear a damned old necktie like 
those city fellows do
And move out in the suburbs like a 
million other fools

I met a brown haired beauty who was 
sweet as she could be
The day that we were married he 
stood right there next to me
I knew that he was tired and he 
seemed so out of place
He never said a word but it was 
written on his face

[Chorus]
I couldn’t read the signs that she 
was falling out of love
Lonely turned to lonelier till she 
finally had enough
So I packed up my suits and ties and
 gave them all away
And headed for the country just in 
time for making hay

[Otro]
No I won’t be mistaken for a man of 
high degree
'Cause I was born a farmer and 
that’s all I’ll ever be