Тональность: Db major
Verse 1
C
Em
C
We
were
branding Zaga's cattle
at Frost Canyon in the spring
Em
C
when neighboring with each other
was still such a normal thing
D
C
that a fellow never realized
Dm
that the use of this practical tool
D
in twenty years would be an exception
Am
C
and not the common rule.
D
Em
The wives were all at the cabin visiting
C
Dm
an d cooking a feast
that'd be served up on long
C
tables with benches
when the sun had moved from the east.
D
C
Everyone else was down at the trap
D
Dm
C
in the dust and the wind and the sun,
D
in unwashed Levi's
Dm
D
and sweat -stained hats,
C
D
teaching me work can be fun.
C
Bb
From the west, a rider came,
D
leading a packhorse
towards camp.
C
Dad put his hand on my shoulder
D
C
Bb
and said, son, there's a last saddle tramp.
D
Well, to the mind of this 13 -year -old,
C
Bb
that was romantic as hell.
D
Em
He rode up to the herd
D
to visit with Fred,
and I learned his
Bm
name was Thomas O'Dell.
D
He asked Fred permission
C
to camp a few days,
D
rest his horses,
mend a sawbuck.
C
Em
He's told he's welcome.
C
There's grain in the barn,
and well,
D
we'd soon all be sent to Chuck.
Well, we had finished the branding
C
and had washed at the creek
and was hunting some shade
and a drink
D
when Tom yelled out loud, Fred,
your outhouse is locked.
And then just stood there
C
and squinted and blinked.
Well, Fred pulled out a key,
threw it to Tom.
D
C
He said, you know, vandals,
insurance and such.
They broke all the dishes.
They've shot out her phone.
D
C
D
We just can't be here that much."
C
But Tom wasn't about to let this thing drop.
D
He kept standing there
C
blinking his eyes.
I recognize now,
that's the cue that he gives,
D
C
just be fore he philosophizes.
D
He said, Fred, my granddaddy,
Lord rest his soul,
D
Em
took a homestead in what's
now Arkansas.
D
And the first thing he done
was to dig a deep hole
and take some lumber
C
he'd cut from the raw
D
and built him a three -holer privy,
one that'd stand through the good
C
times and bad.
And for thirty years, Fred,
Dm
D
he never locked the door once.
D
Then he turned the place
C
over to Dad.
D
Then through the Depression,
Dad raised us kids.
D
There's times we
C
D
didn't have a dime. time.
C
But unlocked it stood there,
D
through famine and flood,
C
D
even through Green Apple time.
C
Now my brother runs that outfitting house
for thirty years,
and that outhouse is still used regular,
C
D
C
unlocked, I have little fear.
D
About now, Fred says, Tom,
don't you see it's really not that big a deal,
it's just that these van
C
dals from town'll
tear up anything that ain't handy to steal.
D
But Tom just kept squintin' and blankin'
D
and scratchin' his head neath his hat.
We were all on our toes to hear what he'd say next,
C
and he's relishin' that.
C
And he looked at the ground
he'd been towin',
said, Fred, I'd bet my good
C
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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