Тональность: Db major
Verse 1
A
C#m
A
We
were
branding Zaga's cattle
at Frost Canyon in the spring
C#m
A
when neighboring with each other
was still such a normal thing
B
A
that a fellow never realized
Bm
that the use of this practical tool
B
in twenty years would be an exception
F#m
A
and not the common rule.
B
C#m
The wives were all at the cabin visiting
A
Bm
an d cooking a feast
that'd be served up on long
A
tables with benches
when the sun had moved from the east.
B
A
Everyone else was down at the trap
B
Bm
A
in the dust and the wind and the sun,
B
in unwashed Levi's
Bm
B
and sweat -stained hats,
A
B
teaching me work can be fun.
A
G
From the west, a rider came,
B
leading a packhorse
towards camp.
A
Dad put his hand on my shoulder
B
A
G
and said, son, there's a last saddle tramp.
B
Well, to the mind of this 13 -year -old,
A
G
that was romantic as hell.
B
C#m
He rode up to the herd
B
to visit with Fred,
and I learned his
G#m
name was Thomas O'Dell.
B
He asked Fred permission
A
to camp a few days,
B
rest his horses,
mend a sawbuck.
A
C#m
He's told he's welcome.
A
There's grain in the barn,
and well,
B
we'd soon all be sent to Chuck.
Well, we had finished the branding
A
and had washed at the creek
and was hunting some shade
and a drink
B
when Tom yelled out loud, Fred,
your outhouse is locked.
And then just stood there
A
and squinted and blinked.
Well, Fred pulled out a key,
threw it to Tom.
B
A
He said, you know, vandals,
insurance and such.
They broke all the dishes.
They've shot out her phone.
B
A
B
We just can't be here that much."
A
But Tom wasn't about to let this thing drop.
B
He kept standing there
A
blinking his eyes.
I recognize now,
that's the cue that he gives,
B
A
just be fore he philosophizes.
B
He said, Fred, my granddaddy,
Lord rest his soul,
B
C#m
took a homestead in what's
now Arkansas.
B
And the first thing he done
was to dig a deep hole
and take some lumber
A
he'd cut from the raw
B
and built him a three -holer privy,
one that'd stand through the good
A
times and bad.
And for thirty years, Fred,
Bm
B
he never locked the door once.
B
Then he turned the place
A
over to Dad.
B
Then through the Depression,
Dad raised us kids.
B
There's times we
A
B
didn't have a dime. time.
A
But unlocked it stood there,
B
through famine and flood,
A
B
even through Green Apple time.
A
Now my brother runs that outfitting house
for thirty years,
and that outhouse is still used regular,
A
B
A
unlocked, I have little fear.
B
About now, Fred says, Tom,
don't you see it's really not that big a deal,
it's just that these van
A
dals from town'll
tear up anything that ain't handy to steal.
B
But Tom just kept squintin' and blankin'
B
and scratchin' his head neath his hat.
We were all on our toes to hear what he'd say next,
A
and he's relishin' that.
A
And he looked at the ground
he'd been towin',
said, Fred, I'd bet my good
A
horseshoe and anvil
that in the seventy -five years
that that outhouse has stood there,
no one ever stole as much as one handful.
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