Dreaming Feilds

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        C         F              [G] C
Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
F
And fades from the Midwest Sky
        C            F     G           C
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
   F         C
As if to say goodbye
       C                       F         [G]     C
Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man
F
In nineteen and forty three
             C             F          G            C
And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years
        F             G        C
He grew life from the soil and seed
       C     G           F
Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
              C     F
But what will be my harvest now
            G         C          F
Where every tear that falls on a memory feels
     F
Like rain on the rusted plow
                   C
Rain on the rusted plow
          C           F                     [G]   C
And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime
F
Grandchildren running free
        C        F          G          C
And the bales of hay at the end of the day
         F                         C
And the scarecrow that just scared me
        C           F                    [G]    C
Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed
     F                C
This morning the silo fell
          C         F        G            C          F
Seems the only way a man can live off the land these days
          [G]  C
Is to buy and sell
       C     G           F
Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields
              C     F
But what will be my harvest now
            G         C          F
Where every tear that falls on a memory feels
     F
Like rain on the rusted plow
                   C
Rain on the rusted plow
         F                                            G
Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen
            F                                         G
Where as my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen
        F                                         [G] C
Running down, running down to the end of the world I loved
This will be my harvest now
        C         F              [G] C
And the sun rolls down, big as a miracle
    F
And fades in the Midwest sky
        C            F     G           C
And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze
   F             G
As if to say goodbye
   F             C
As if to say goodbye