Don Henley

I used to use my hands,
I used to build the tractors and the combines,
that plowed and harvested this great land...
Now I see my handiwork on the block
Everywhere I turn,
And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces,
And I watched the harvest 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 sit here in my back porch in the twilight,
And I hear the crickets hum...
Sit and watch the lightning in the distance,
but the showers never come...
I sit here and listen to the wind blow,
I sit here and rub my hands,
I sit here and 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.