G A Well the, the wind blows hard upon whippoorwill hillC G and the red buds sway in the breezeG A And if you listen real close you can hearC G the desperate cry of a broken man on his knees. [Chorus]C G And the rain beats hard on a poor man's headC G And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of the shedA C G And the water keeps on risin at the old homestead [Verse]G A Well if the corns knees high by the fourth of JulyC G and Mother Nature smiles on us allG And there's a ring around the moonA and that means rain is comin' soonC G and we'll have a good harvest this fall. [Chorus]C G And the rain beats hard on a poor on man's headC G And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of the shedA C G And the moon keeps on shinin at the old homestead [Verse]G A Well the, the wind blows through the wheat field at nightC G and it plays a lonely tuneG A And the bones clatter in the trees waving in the summer breezeC G Well there ain't nothin like Lee County in June [Chorus]C G And the rain beats hard on a poor man's headC G And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of the shedA C G And the river keeps on flowin at the old homestead
Red Buds
William Elliott Whitmore
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Tom:
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