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Harold Wilson
By John D Hale Band
9/22/2012
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C C/B Am
Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell
C C/B Am
I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel
C C/B Am
And no you do not know me, there's a story I'd like to tell
E7 F
It's a story I'm sure you know well
C G Am
It's a story that I'm sure you know well
I had me a place on Thunder Ridge in a doomsday shack
My wife had left, took the kids a couple years back
And I spend most of my mornings thinking about that
I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plan
I spend my afternoons trying to figure out what to plan
Chorus:
C C/B Am
Did you ever try to farm a farm with a pick and a shovel
C C/B Am
Try to put a field in of corn just wouldn't grow to nothin'
C C/B Am
Starin' down across the town, you wonder why I even bother
E F
When up the road there's a vacant room with climate control and color
C G Am
You can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
C G Am
You can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars
There wasn't money in corn and there wasn't money in beans
They took my telephone, shut off my electricity
And then a letter came in the mail saying there's taxes owed by me
If I was ever gonna pay well I had to release
If I was ever gonna pay well I had to release
Chorus
Solo
Well you sold that farm to some fool for 10 cents on the dollar
I saw him out there last week, I was on the way to visit my daughter
And that son of a b***h is out there trying to hook a windmill up to water
When he heard me laugh, well he turned and I swear he hollered
When he heard me laugh, well he turned and I swear he hollered
Chorus
Now the government checks come down the pike, regularly as rain
And I sit outside my old ??? when the Junebugs drive me in
Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell
I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel