Erik Petersen - For An Old Kentucky Anarchist Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo

C F Am

HGigh upon a forgotten mountain top, lay a garden, untended and dry

C G Am

'tGwas a yard that hadn't felt children's feet running, for the mother long agFo, taught her chiGldren how to fCly WiCthin a simple cabin, untFouched by industrial hands Sat the agAming mother in her hGome You can’t eCscape the picture frGames, there’s too mAmany, she sGaid They kFeep me from beGing alCone

C F Am

Well she spoGke, "he was an honest man, he worked hard to put food on our plates

C G Am G

WeFll we had more babies than we had arms, we struggled all our lives But the rGewards were gCreat

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AndG when my son came home from the war, he rested his head on my breast

C G Am

And saFid, “mom, I’m tired of being used and grinded down, I feel so low Can you make me feeGl like I’m the bCest?”

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Well myG best friend truly wed a savage man, he wore her like a bad tattoo

C G Am G

ForF his only love Gwas for the boCttle, she said there’s only one thing left for me to do

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To be wild onceG again, to take back my life and run away, set flames to his truck

C G Am G

He won’tG ever know he’s beCen missing I did every day, joy freedom, dance, and love C F Am Dance and lGove..." CThese are the stories that this mFother spoke to me, As I bAmrought her garden back to gGrow. I was reCwarded with a wGarm meal

Am G F

Tales neveCr to be heard, some call it poverty, but they’ll never know

C F

She said “All I’ve got is mGy stories and this old guitar, my crops have all come and away,

C G Am G

I’ve gotF a head full ofG recipies,enticiCng to the taste and a liking to wake up and greet day

C F Am

Got bGad back from raising my children, from hugging my husband so tight

C G Am G

Hell, I’Fve never carGed much for any goCvernment, I’ve got my jesus when I feel the time right,

C F Am

SingGin’ I’m the richesCt I'll ever Gbe, I embrace the world I have all around me. So sing dying song, and Amslap your knGee, Have a tasFte of true anGarcChy C F YAmeah, anarGchy

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