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A Month of Sundays by Don Henley

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    GA
     
    CD
     
    DE
     
    EmF#m
     
    BmC#m
     
    That's it! Here's the song. Apparently, this was inspired by Don's
    grandfather and his experiences farming. Think of it as a soft-rock
    counterpoint to "Foreclosure of a Dream" :-)
    GC
    I used to work for Harvester, 
    G
    I used to use my hands, 
    C
    I used to build the tractors and the combines, 
    D
    that plowed and harvested this great land... 
    EmC
    Now I see my handiwork on the block 
    EmBm
    Everywhere I turn, 
    EmC
    And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces, 
    BmD
    And I watched the harvest burn... 
    That's essentially it, as all the verses can be played with the same basic
    progression
    GCDEmCEmBmEmCBmD
     
    At the end (after "I don't see next year's crop"), return to the second
    progression:
    EmC
    And I sit here in my back porch in the twilight, 
    EmBm
    And I hear the crickets hum... 
    EmC
    Sit and watch the lightning in the distance, 
    BmD
    but the showers never come... 
    EmC
    I sit here and listen to the wind blow, 
    EmBm
    I sit here and rub my hands, 
    EmC
    I sit here and listen to the clock strike, 
    BmCC
    And wonder when I'll see my com-panion again.. 
    That's about it. Economically and politically a bit dated, I guess, but
    still packs a punch musically.
    G