The Idiot Acordes

Sing "I" on the last eighth note of the intro.
 
[Intro] (slow tempo, 16th triplet swing feel)
   D
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B|-------------------3-----------3---------|-------------------3-----------3---------|
G|----------------2--------------2---------|----------------2--------------2---------|
D|-0----0----0-h4------0----0----0----0--0-|-0----0----0-h4------0----0----0----0--0-|
A|-----------------------------------------|-----------------------------------------|
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   1    +    2    +    3    +    4    +      1    +    2    +    3    +    4    +
 
 
[Verse 1]
  D     A          Bm          D              G              Bm
I often take these night shift walks when the foreman's not around
  G                   D       G
I turn my back on the cooling stacks
    D        Em   A
And make for open ground
    Bm    G        A         D
Far out beyond the tank-farm fence
          G                  Bm
Where the gas flare makes no sound
     G                   D      G
I forget the stink and I always think
     D       A       D
Back to that eastern town
 
 
[Verse 2]
    D      A        Bm     D
I remember back six years ago
     G              Bm
This Western life I chose
    G             D          G
And every day the news would say
     D         Em       A
Some factory's going to close
        Bm         G         A        D
Well, I could have stayed to take the dole
    G              Bm
But I'm not one of those
       G                 D          G
I take nothing free, and that makes me
   D      A    D
An idiot, I suppose
 
 
[Refrain]
     G                   D
So I bid farewell to the eastern town
  Bm    A         D
I never more will see
    G                 D
But work I must, so I eat this dust
    Bm        Em  A
And breathe refinery
      Bm       G             A         D
Oh, I miss the green and the woods and streams
      G                 Bm
And I don't like cowboy clothes
      G                   D          G
But I like being free and that makes me
   D      A    D
An idiot, I suppose
 
 
[Instrumental]
| D  A  Bm D  | G     Bm    |
| G     D  G  | D  Em A     |
| Bm G  A  D  | G     Bm    |
| G     D  G  | D  A  D     | D
                             (2/4)
 
[Verse 3]
        D       A          Bm      D
So come all you fine young fellows who've
     G             Bm
Been beaten to the ground
     G                 D   G
This western life's no paradise
         D           Em    A
But it's better than lying down
        Bm             G                 A       D
Oh, the streets aren't clean and there's nothing green
        G               Bm
And the hills are dirty brown
        G                    D        G
But the government dole will rot your soul
     D        A         D
Back there in your home town
 
 
[Refrain]
   G                   D
So bid farewell to the eastern town
    Bm    A         D
You never more will see
        G                  D
There's self-respect and a steady cheque
   Bm     Em  A
In this refinery
         Bm       G             A         D
You will miss the green and the woods and streams
        G                   Bm
And the dust will fill your nose
    G                   D         G
But you'll be free, and just like me
   D      A    D
An idiot, I suppose
 
 
[Instrumental]
| Bm G  A  D  | G     Bm    |
| G     D  G  | D  A  | D    A    |
 
| D  A  Bm D  | G     Bm    |
| G     D  G  | D  Em A     |
| Bm G  A  D  | G     Bm    |
| G     D  G  | D  A  D     |
 
| G     D     | Bm A  D     |
| G     D     | Bm Em A     |
| Bm G  A  D  | G     Bm    |
| G     D  G  | D  A  D     |
 
| G     D  G  | D  A  D
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