Broken Plow Chords

Capo 5


Load up the old Dodge [bad word] 
      Bmaj7
We'll leave what we can't sell

Nobody needs a sharecropper's tools 
Fmaj7
or a dust filled well

Take you one last look around
Bmaj7    
shed you one last tear
        
For the broken plow, the broken dreams
        Bmaj7              
And the life we're leaving here

Pull the lines down tight
The kids can ride on top of the load
In the cool of the night
They can crawl underneath the tarp
To stay out of the cold
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand
We'll cross 'em tired and torn
If this beat up [bad word] can carry us
Far enough away from the storm

 [bad word] 
                 
We're going to California
        
There's work there for a man
                   
Too proud to beg for charity
                 
Too poor to make a stand
                              
Pray it's just the land we're losing
                         
Not my life's blood that I leave
       
On the handles of that broken plow

That haunts me in my dreams

man at a roadside station
Don't like dealing with my kind
He'd beat me out of my last dollar
And never look me in the eye
I heard 'em call us Okies
 [bad word] I don't know what that means
But something tells me the promised land
Ain't as promising as it seems

 [bad word] 

Bridge:  
Bmaj7                         
This restless road is full of strangers
Bmaj7                         
They ain't no stranger than I am
Bmaj7                   
Hardened faces [bad word] the dust and curse the wind
     
That drove us from this life and home
      Bmaj7       
We'll never know again

 [bad word] 

On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams.