The Great Depression

D G D G D G A D D There is trouble in the darksome sky, he saw it as a boy G D A From great-grandad's covered wagon, from the crux of Illinois D For the promise of the daffodils amongst the hard limestone G D A D They carved the die of fortune out of buffalo bones G D A They all wandered o'er the salty seas the prairies wide and more G D A Just to make a foolish man like me that's darkenin' your door D G If the Great Depression made us, therе is no need to despair D A D G A D I won't waste a single momеnt of the work that brought us here D From the needle-prickin' mothers who were never taught to read G D A To the barefoot hungry soldiers that enlisted at sixteen D Oh in my dumb debasement, I still find great relief G D A D That on the lam and on the dole they counted themselves free G D A I have hustled towards the overpass to sleep there in the rain G D A I have settled with my pocketknife and carved out all their names D G If the Great Depression made us, there is no need to despair D A D I won't waste a single moment of the work that brought me here Harmonica Solo D G D A D G D A D D From the jailhouse on the border, to the hold beneath the ship G D A To the weed-fields out in Oregon, to the first night that we kissed D From the dungeon of the coalmine to the brightest factory floor G D A D To win our kin a better life is still worth dying for G D A And I still cry my eyes out every time I dare to touch the spirit G D A And if this is our small lot in life I'll love it like I mean it D G The blood is strong with victory that brought us our despair D A D I won't waste a single moment of the love that's buried here D G D G If the great depression made us, there is no need to despair D A D I won't waste a single moment of the love that brought me here