The Idiot

D Chord) D A Bm G Bm I often take these night shift walks when the foreman's not around. G D A I turn my back on the cooling stacks and make for open ground. D A Bm G Bm Far out beyond the tank farm fence where the gas flare makes no sound, G D A G D I forget the stink and I always think back to that Eastern town. D A Bm G Bm I remember back six years ago, this Western life I chose. G D A And every day, the news would say some factory's going to close. D A Bm G Bm Well, I could have stayed to take the Dole, but I'm not one of those. G D A G D I take nothing free, and that makes me an idiot, I suppose. G D D/A A So I bid farewell to the Eastern town I never more will see; G D A But work I must so I eat this dust and breathe refinery. D A Bm G Bm Oh I miss the green and the woods and streams and I don't like cowboy clothes; G D A D But I like being free and that makes me an idiot I suppose. (same as verse with a fiddle playing the melody) D A Bm G Bm G D A D A Bm G Bm G D A D D Bm G Bm So come all you fine young 'fellers who've been beaten to the ground. G D A This western life's no paradise, but it's better than lying down. D A Bm G Bm Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there's nothing green, and the hills are dirty brown, G D A D But the government Dole will rot your soul back there in your home town. G D D/A A So bid farewell to the Eastern town you never more will see. G D A There's self-respect and a steady cheque in this refinery. D A Bm G Bm You will miss the green and the woods and streams and the dust will fill your nose. G D A D But you'll be free, and just like me, an idiot, I suppose