Clear Cut

D A Way back in the mountains on the high knob by the ridge C G D My grandpa built our cabin where we lived for 40 years D Am Spent my happy childhood beneath the hardwood trees C G C D C D A I didn't know what I had then was all I'd ever need D A Mountain laurels blooming, it was early in the spring C G D Lookin' out my window on a sea of endless green D Am Rich men from the city came to buy our land today C G C D Took 200 years to grow, but it's gone in 30 days Am C Mud slides down the mountain, there's no way to stop the flood G D A Hills without their timbers, like a man without his blood Am C Scars upon the land, those wounds will never heal C D A C D A But a greedy man will never get his fill Am C G D A Am C C D A C D A Am C Mud slides down the mountain, there's no way to stop the flood G D A Hills without their timbers, like a man without his blood Am C Scars upon the land, those wounds will never heal C D A But a greedy man will never get his fill C D A I can't go back and I know I never will C D A E I hope someday they know the way I feel