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D G D The dirt was clay and was the color of the blood in me D G A A twelve acre farm on a ridge in south Tennessee Bm A G D We left that sweat all over that land behind a mule we watched grow old row after row D G A G D Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor that grass won?t grow D G D There was one old store in the hollow we all called town D G A It belonged to a gentle old man named Henry Brown Bm A G Bm He gave us credit in the wintertime so we could live through the cold when the wind brought snow D G Em A G D Trying to grow corn and cotton on ground so poor that grass won?t grow Solo Key Change: D# G# D# The one I loved walked through those fields with me D# G# A# She was a hard working woman true as one could be Bm A# G# D# But then one year death was going ?round and swiftly took it?s toll, Janie had to go D# G# A# G# D# Now she lies asleep under ground so poor that grass won?t grow Key Change: E A E As I stand here looking over this part of Tennessee E A B7 The fields are bare as far as the eye can see C#m E A E And over the grave where Janie lies there?s a beautiful sight to behold And no one knows E A B7 A D Why there?s flowers growing on ground so poor that grass won?t grow
Written by Earl Montgomery
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