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Red Buds Tab

by William Elliott Whitmore


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	          Red Buds - William Elliott Whitmore
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Tuning: standard

Intro:      2x

Verse:
                                                       
Well the wind blows hard upon weepin' will hair and the red buds
                                                
sway in the breeze/ And if you listen real close you can hear the 
                                     
distant cry of a broken man on his knees.

Chorus:
                                 
And the rain beats hard on a poor man's head
                                        
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of shame
                                               ( little hammer on pull  
And the water keeps on risin at the old homestead  ...off on the A string)

Verse:
                                                            
Well if the corns knees high by the fourth of July and Mother Nature
                                                           
smiles on us all/ And there's a ring around the moon and that means
                                                         
rain is comin' soon and we'll have a good harvest this fall.

Chorus:
                             
And the rain beats hard on a poor on man's head
                                       
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of shame
                                              
And the moon keeps on shinin at the old homestead

Verse:
                                                         
Well the wind blows through the wheat field at night and it plays a 
                                                      
lonely tune/ And the bones clatter in the trees waving endless summer
                                                     
breeze/ Well there ain't nothin like Lee County in June

Chorus:
                            
And the rain beats hard on a poor man's head
                                       
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of shame
                                               
And the river keeps on flowin at the old homestead