Thirty Years of Farming chords and lyrics - FRED EAGLESMITH

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[Verse 1]
[G]There's a little white note
on a gate by the road
That [C]a man put up yesterday
[G]And when we saw it we all ran out
Just [A]to see what it had [D]to say
And [G]when we read it our
eyes filled with tears
And they [C]fell to the cold hard [G]clay
Something 'bout a mortgage
Something 'bout foreclosure
Something 'bout [D]failing to [G]pay

[Verse 2]
Oh, [G]and on the post by the
general store
They've [C]put up a [G]little sign
An auction sale, day after tomorrow
At the [A]end of the Lincoln [D]Line
[G]Thirty years of farming
Thirty years of heartache
[C]Thirty years of [G]day to day
Oh, my Daddy stopped talking
The day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing [D]left [G]to say

[Verse 3]
Oh, my [G]mama's tears fell freely down
As she [C]walked amongst the
flowers in the [G]yard
And every number the auctioneer called
Was like [A]a blow [Am]to h[A]er precious he[D]art
And [G]every number the auctioneer called
Meant an[C]other thing was sold that [G]day
'Til everything was auctioned
And we stood there watching
As they loaded it and [D]drove it [G]away

[Verse 4]
Oh, [G]and on the post by the
general store
They've [C]put up a [G]little sign
An auction sale, day after tomorrow
At the [A]end of the Lincoln [D]Line
[G]Thirty years of farming
Thirty years of heartache
[C]Thirty years of [G]day to day
Oh, my daddy stopped talking
The day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing [D]left to say
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[Verse 5]
At [G]the day's first dawning
We awoke this morning
There was noth[C]ing [G]for us [C]to do[G]
Nothing in the granary
No hay in the mow
No [A]cattle, no tractor, [D]no tools
So we [G]loaded up the car
With the clothes that we wore
And [C]the few things we managed [G]to save
Mama read from The Book
We took one last look
And then we [D]drove [G]away

[Verse 6]
Oh, [G]and on the post by the
general store
They've [C]put up a [G]little sign
An auction sale day after tomorrow
At [A]the end of the Lincoln [D]Line
[G]Thirty years of farming
Thirty years of heartache
[C]Thirty years of day to [G]day
Oh, my Daddy stopped talking
The day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing [D]left [G]to say

[Verse 7]
Oh, my [G]daddy stopped talking
The day the farm was auctioned
There was [G]nothing [D]left to say