IntroGDGDGVerse 1G
He works the night shift at the depot
D
With a pistol and a light
G
And he guards them rusty missiles
DG
Counting whitetail to pass the time
G
And he's worked there for a long while
D
Since he came home from overseas
G
Helping Kilcorn fight the good fight
DG
Bring Baghdad to its knees
DG
And it was hotter than the mountain
DG
But it weren't so's he couldn't stand
G
And it weren't so much the heat wave
DG
Nearly as much as all the sand
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GDGDGVerse 2G
Now his daddy, he's a log man
D
With a good leg and a fake
G
That he got off of a buddy
DG
And a shitshot that he made
G
And he worked them hands to blisters
D
And he raised them young'uns right
G
On a little bit of scripture
D
And an acreage of paradise
DG
And he'd go out on weekends
DG
And he played like Clarence White
G
But Clarence had a real job
DG
And picked the guitar when there was time
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G
Keeps a trap line in the winter
D
Keeps a line wet in the spring
G
On a lock wall fishing muskie
D
With his eldest and steed
DG
And they swap tales about their raisin'
DG
And they tell the office lies
G
And they go home when they've a notion
DG
And the muskie quit to bitin'
EndingGDGDG
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.