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

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