This one suddenly came to me while playing some Dire Straits... The original is on piano, but this is nice to play on an acoustic as a solo folk song (the last verse can be played with some distortion to go with the tone of the lyrics). I've tabbed this out in the key of G because I naturally sing low and it's how I remember the song, but feel free to transpose it to A if you can sing like Don. If so, then play as follows: becomes becomes becomes becomes becomes That's it! Here's the song. Apparently, this was inspired by Don's grandfather and his experiences farming. Think of it as a soft-rock counterpoint to "Foreclosure of a Dream" :-) G (can play C here, but not necessary) I used to work for Harvester, 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 ( / / followed by / / / / / / and end on ) 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, (end on ) 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. - .