Harold Wilson chords by Fred Eaglesmith
Verse 1
Am
C
Harold Wilson is my name, son
Am
Why don't you sit a spell
C
I live right here on the Fergusson Road
Am
At the Paradise Motel
Verse 2
C
And though you do not know me
Am
There's a story I like to tell
E
F
It's a story that I'm sure you know well
C
G
It's a story that I'm sure you know well
Am
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Verse 3
C
I had me a place on Thunder Ridge
Am
In a doomsday shack
C
My wife had left and took the kids
Am
A couple of years back
C
And I spent most of my mornings
Am
Thinking about that
E
And my afternoons trying to
F
figure out what to plant
C
G
I spent my afternoons trying
to figure out what to plant
Am
Verse 4
C
Am
Did you ever try to farm a farm
With a pick and a shovel
C
Try to put a field into corn
Am
Just wouldn't grow nothin'
G
C
Starin' down across the town
Am
You wonder why I even bother
E
When up the road there's a vacant room
F
Climate control and colour
G
And you could stay there by the month
Am
for a hundred dollars
G
And you could stay there by the month
for a hundred dollars
Am
Verse 5
G
C
There wasn't money in corn
Am
And there wasn't money in beans
C
They took my telephone,
Am
shut off my electricity
C
Then a letter came in the mail
Am
Saying there's taxes owed by me
E
If I was ever going to pay
F
Well, I had three weeks
C
G
If I was ever going to pay
Well, I had three weeks
Am
Verse 6
G
C
Did you ever try to farm a farm
Am
With a pick and a shovel
G
C
Try to put a field into corn
Am
Just wouldn't grow nothin'
G
C
Starin' down across the town
Am
You wonder why I even bother
E
When up the road
there's a vacant room
F
Climate control and colour
Am
C
G
And you could stay there by the month
Am
for a hundred dollars
G
And you could stay there by
the month for a hundred dollars
Am
Verse 7
C
Well, they sold that farm to some
Am
fool for ten cents on the dollar
C
I saw him out there last week,
Am
I was on my way to visit my daughter
C
And that son of a gun was out there
Am
Trying to hook a windmill up to water
E
When he heard me laugh, well,
F
he turned and I swear he hollered
G
When he heard me laugh, well,
he turned, I swear he hollered
Am
Verse 8
G
C
Am
Did you ever try to farm a farm
With a pick and a shovel
G
C
Am
Try to put a field into corn
Just wouldn't grow nothin'
G
C
Starin' down across the town
Am
You wonder why I even bother
E
When up the road there's a vacant room
F
Climate control and colour
C
G
And you could stay there by
the month for a hundred dollars
Am
C
G
And you could stay there by
the month for a hundred dollars
Am
Verse 9
C
Now the government
cheques come down the pike
Am
As regular as rain
C
And I sit outside most nights
F
'Cept when the June
Am
bugs drive me in
C
Harold Wilson
Verse 10
is my name, son
Am
Why don't you sit a spell
G
I live right here on the Fergusson Road
At the Paradise Motel
Am
Harold Wilson
Fred Eaglesmith
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