Don Henley

^G I used to use my hands,
^C I used to build the tractors and the combines,
that ^D plowed and harvested this great land...
Now I ^Em see my handiwork ^C on the block
^Em Everywhere I ^Bm turn,
^Em And I see the clouds cross the ^C weathered faces,
And I ^Bm watched the harvest ^D burn...
That's essentially it, as all the verses can be played with the same basic
progression
(G / C / D followed by Em / C / Em / Bm / Em / C / Bm and end on D)
At the end (after "I don't see next year's crop"), return to the second
progression:
And I ^Em sit here in my ^C back porch in the twilight,
And I ^Em hear the crickets ^Bm hum...
Sit an ^Em d watch the ^C lightning in the distance,
but the ^Bm showers never ^D come...
I ^Em sit here and ^C listen to the wind blow,
I ^Em sit here and ^Bm rub my hands,
I ^Em sit here and ^C listen to the clock strike,
Bm C (end on C)
And wonder when I'll see my com-panion again..
That's about it. Economically and politically a bit dated, I guess, but
still packs a punch musically.
- G.