Eric Anderson - Plains Of Nebrasky-o Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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3
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3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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2
1
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1
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10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
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X
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3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 4 fret

Chorus

Have you Gheard about a country where the Crivers run Gfree That’s a Cplace where I Gthink you ought to Dgo Where the Gcorn stands high CTall as the sky On the great plains of Gold Nebrasky-Do In school I learned of men who died by the gun But not of those who died by the hoe The land has drunk the rains Of many a farmers blood Now forgotten and buried long a go And where are the hands that ploughed fields without sleep And that saved a dying calf without rest And where’s the feet that walked Down hot dusty trails On their way to seek their fortune going west And where are the fathers who died in the dust And mothers who died hungry in the snow And where’s the kids that watched the banks Plough the houses down Those are things I guess my teachers never knowed

Chorus

Now you tell me droughts hurt only corn and not men You smile and say hard times have gone away I guess I should have listened To my city politician Who keeps tellin’ me that these are better days Is there anybody left to walk a muddy mile Is courage a word that’s only said Is it true them dusty days were days That never really were But are only tales and books to be read

Chorus


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