Field Song

G - 320033
C - 032010
D - 000230

Intro

G, C (Hammer on the3rd fret 3rd 
string) G
G, C (Hammer on the3rd fret 3rd 
string) G
G, D (Hammer on 4th string 4th fret)
 G


G                      C           G
Write this down, and don't forget
                 C                 
That the best of times aint 
             G
happened yet
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      D                            
The gilded age has long been done
   G

C                                 
And so many lost when the west was
   D              G
 won

G                              C 
Let's go to the field were gonna 
                    G
do some work
  C                              G
Spend our day digging in the dirt
 D                               G
We'll hope for rain to follow the 
plow
C                           
And this piece of ground is a 
         D              G
homestead now
C                              
This little piece of ground is a 
      D              G
homestead now

Three square meals and a living wage
Reminds me of the good ol' days
Before the manifest destiny of the 
factory farms
When those cut throats came and 
burned down the barn

Underneath the black locust tree
There's a shady place that waits for
 me
To rest my bones and to rest my mind
I'm gonna rest right here when I die