Chords:
{t: Idiot, The}
{key: D}
{artist:Stan Rogers}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNMge2vE6G8
{c: Thanks Susan McCarthy}
[D] I often take these [A] night shift [Bm] walks when the [G] foreman’s not a-[Bm]round
I [G] turn my back on the [D] cooling stacks and make for open [A] ground
Far [D] out beyond the [A] tank farm [Bm] fence
where the [G] gas flare makes no [Bm] sound
I [G] forget the stink and I [D] always think back [A] to that [G] eastern [D] town
[D] I remember back six [A] years a-[Bm]go, this [G] western life I [Bm] chose
When [G] every day, the [D] news would say some factory’s going to [A] close
Well, I [D] could have stayed to [A] take the [Bm] Dole,
but [G] I’m not one of [Bm] those
I take [G] nothing free, and [D] that makes me an i-[A]diot, [G] I sup-[D]pose
So I [G] bid farewell to the [D] Eastern town I never more will [A] see;
But [G] work I must so I [D] eat this dust and breathe re-[A]finery
Oh I [D] miss the green and the [A] woods and [Bm] streams
and I [G] don’t like cowboy [Bm] clothes;
But I like [G] being free and [D] that makes me an i-[A]diot I sup-[D]pose
So [D] come all you fine [A] young [Bm] fellers who’ve been [G] beaten to the [Bm] ground
This [G] western life’s no para-[D]dise, but it’s better than laying [A] down.
Oh the [D] streets aren’t clean and there’s [A] nothing [Bm] green
and the [G] hills are dirty [Bm] brown
But the [G] government Dole will [D] rot your soul back [A] there in your home [D] town
So [G] bid farewell to the [D] Eastern town you never more will [A] see
There’s [G] self-respect and a [D] steady cheque in this re-[A]finery
You will [D] miss the green and [A] woods and [Bm] streams
and the [G] dust will fill your [Bm] nose
But [G] you’ll be free, and [D] just like me, an i-[A]diot, I sup-[D]pose
