Broken Plow chords by Chris Knight

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
Load up the old dodge truck
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Am 
We'll leave what we can't sell
Nobody needs a sharecropper's tools
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Am 
Or a dust filled well
Take you one last look around
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Shed you one last tear
Am 
For the broken plow, the broken dreams
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Am 
And the life we're leaving here

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Interlude 1

Verse 2
Am 
Pull the lines down tight
F 
The kids can ride on top of the load
Am 
In  the cool of the night
They can crawl underneath the tarp
F 
To stay out of the cold
Am 
Eleven hundred miles of mountain
and sand
F 
We'll cross 'em tired and torn
Am 
If this beat up truck can carry us
F 
Far enough away from the storm
Am 

Verse 3
F 
C 
We're going to California
G 
There's work there for a man
F 
C 
Too proud to beg for charity
G 
F 
Too poor to make a stand
G 
Pray it's just the land we're losing
Gsus4 
C 
F 
Not my life's blood that I leave
Am 
On the handles of that broken plow

Verse 4

That haunts me in my dreams

Verse 5
Am 
A man at a roadside station
F 
Don't like dealing with my kind
Am 
He'd beat me out of my last dollar
F 
And never look me in the eye
Am 
I heard 'em call us okies
F 
Hell I don't know what that means
Am 
But something tells me
the promised land
F 
Am 
Ain't as promising as it  seems

Verse 6
Am 
F 
C 
We're going to California
G 
There's work there for a man
F 
C 
Too proud to beg for charity
G 
F 
Too poor to make a stand
G 
Pray it's just the land we're losing
C 
F 
Not my life's blood that I leave
Am 
On the handles of that
broken plow

Verse 7

On the handles of my broken plow that haunts

me in my dreams

Interlude 2

Verse 8
F 
This restless road is full
Am 
F 
of strangers
They ain't no stranger than
Am 
F 
I am
Hardened faces damn the dust
Am 
and curse the wind
That drove us from this life and home
F 
We'll never know again
Am 

Verse 9
F 
C 
We're going to California
G 
There's work there for a man
F 
C 
Too proud to beg for charity
G 
F 
Too poor to make a stand
G 
Pray it's just the land we're losing
C 
F 
Not my life's blood that I leave
Am 
On the handles of that broken plow
F 
Am 