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Blue Nose
Stompin' Tom Connors


Chorus:
My [C]father was a Blue Nose, and [F]his dad through and through,

My [G7]mother, she's a Blue Nose, and her mother's mother [C]too,
We
live in Nova Scotia where the [F]sea and sky are blue,
And [G7]when they
call us Blue Nose, we're goldang proud they [C]do.


>From Sydney to the Yarmouth town and [F]all points in between,
It's
[G7]just a magic picture book, the like you never [C]seen,
And the pioneer
who settled here and [F]gave this land a name,
If [G7]he was called Blue
Nose, I wanna be called the [C]same.


For we [F]turned the wheels of industry before the days of oil,
When the
Nova Scotia miners gave the world their precious [G7]coal,
And we [C]built
the fastest sailing ship that [F]ever sailed the sea,
And if [G7]that was
called Blue Nose, that's good enough for [C]me.


Chorus


Now [C]you might work in Halifax or [F]make Cape Breton steel,
But
[G7]there's a bond between us all we understand and [C]feel,
And the world
has seen our brothers who went [F]off to fight the war,
And if [G7]they were
called Blue Nose, could we be something [C]more?


Down where the [F]seafoods are the finest, always grade A number one,
And
the orchards of Anapolis, they're the second best to [G7]none,
We [C]love
you, Nova Scotia, may you [F]stand forever proud,
And [G7]when they call you
Blue Nose, just smile and take a [C]bow.


Chorus


We [C]live in Nova Scotia where the [F]sea and sky are blue,
And [G7]when
they call us Blue Nose, we're goldang proud they [C]do.

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BUD THE SPUD
Stompin' Tom Connors
E A E
Chorus It's Bud the spud
from the bright red mud
B7
Rollin' down the highway smilin'
E A
E
The spuds are big on the back of Bud's rig
A B7 E
And they're from
Prince Edward Island
A B7 E
They're from Prince Edward Island



E
Now from Charlette town or from Summerside
A
They load 'em
down for the big long ride
B7 E
He jumps in the cab & he's off with
the prize subegos


He's gotta catch that boat to make fun & time
A
Then He heads up
that old New Brunswick line
B7
To Montreal he comes just a
flyin'
E
With another big load of potatos


Chorus


Now the Ontario Provincial Police don't think much of Bud
Yeah the cops
have been lookin for the son of a gun
That's been rippin the tar off the
401
They Know the name of the truck shines up in the sun...
Green
Gables
And he hits Toronto at seven o'clock
And he backs her up again'
ther terminal dock
And the boys gather 'round just to hear him talk
About
another big load of potatos


Chorus


Now I know a lotta people from East to West
That like the spuds from the
Island best
'Cause they'll stand up to the hardest test
Right on the
table
So wheb you see that big truck come a rollin' by
Wave your hand
& kinda wink your eye
'Cause that's Bud the Spud from old P.E.I.
With
another big load of potatos


Chorus It's Bud the Spud from the bright red mud
Rollin' down the highway
smilin'
Because he's got another big load
Of the best doggone potatos

That's ever been growed
And they're from Prince Edward Island
And
they're from Prince Edward Island


Dan Nicholas
Arnprior, On. Canada
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I am The Wind
Stompin' Tom Connors



I am the <C>wind, I am the wind,
Without <G7>foe, without
<C>friend.
I have no home, no cares to <F>tend,
All
a<G7>lone, I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, I am the wind,
Where I <G7>go is where I've
<C>been,
I'm here today and gone a<F>gain,
On my
<G7>way, I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, lazy wind,
Gentle <G7>breeze, in lovers'
<C>glen,
In the awesome tales of fisher<F>men,
Testing
<G7>sails, I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, contrary wind,
Here to <G7>search my maker's
<C>end.
I don't believe I've ever <F>sinned,
I only
<G7>know I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, swirling wind,
Stripping <G7>trees at
summer's <C>end.
But I'm the song of spring a<F>gain,
Right or
<G7>wrong, I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, eternal wind,
Around the <G7>door between
gods and <C>men.
And if you see how I go <F>in,
You'll have
the <G7>key, and know the <C>wind.
You'll have the <G7>key,
my friend, to know the <C>wind. <F> <C>

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I am The Wind
Stompin' Tom Connors



I am the <C>wind, I am the wind,
Without <G7>foe, without
<C>friend.
I have no home, no cares to <F>tend,
All
a<G7>lone, I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, I am the wind,
Where I <G7>go is where I've
<C>been,
I'm here today and gone a<F>gain,
On my
<G7>way, I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, lazy wind,
Gentle <G7>breeze, in lovers'
<C>glen,
In the awesome tales of fisher<F>men,
Testing
<G7>sails, I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, contrary wind,
Here to <G7>search my maker's
<C>end.
I don't believe I've ever <F>sinned,
I only
<G7>know I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, swirling wind,
Stripping <G7>trees at
summer's <C>end.
But I'm the song of spring a<F>gain,
Right or
<G7>wrong, I am the <C>wind.


I am the <C>wind, eternal wind,
Around the <G7>door between
gods and <C>men.
And if you see how I go <F>in,
You'll have
the <G7>key, and know the <C>wind.
You'll have the <G7>key,
my friend, to know the <C>wind. <F> <C>

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Manitoba
Stompin' Tom Connors


When you [A]mention Manitoba, I'll be [D]mindful of the prairies,
To the
[A]province where the old Red River [E]flows,
It's the [A]land of shining
water, where the [D]beaver and the otter,
Play to[A]gether where the
[E7]Prairie Crocus [A]grows.


Chorus:
Mani[D]toba, you're my [A]sunshine,
My [D]twilight, and
re[A]pose,
Mani[D]toba, you're my [A]heaven,
Be[D]cause it's [A]heaven
where the [E7]Prairie Crocus [A]grows.


When you mention Manitoba, I'll be [D]mindful of her beauty,
In the
[A]evening when the sunset fades a[E]way,
And the [A]moon of golden glimmer,
on the [D]wheat field seems to shimmer,
And the [A]night bird sings the
[E7]closing of the [A]day.


Chorus


When you mention Manitoba, I'll be [D]mindful of the valleys,
And the
[A]old brown hills calling me a[E]way,
Where the [A]favours of our giver,
dwell a[D]mong the lakes and rivers,
From the [A]U.S. line to the [E7]shores
of Hudson [A]Bay.


Chorus

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Margo's Cargo
Stompin' Tom Connors



C F C
Have you heard the news in Newfoundland, rolling around the
rock


G
How Reggie brought for Margie home a cowsie dungsie clock


C F C
With Margie being a farm girl, she almost took a fit


F C G C
To find the cowsie dungsie clock was really made of it


F C
Now, the clock was from Toronto and her mind was soon made up


G
She said to Reggie "get the cow and load her on the truck"


C F C
We're heading for Ontario and we're off to make her big


F C G C
'Cause Margo's got the cargo, bye, and Reggie's got the rig



Chorus


C F
Reggie's got the rig, Reggie's got the rig


C G C
Margo's got the cargo, bye, and Reggie's got the rig



Now they're rolling thru the Maritimes and the truck was nearly full
The
cow began to bawl, she was lonesome for her bull
The Mountie pulled them over
"Is there something I can do?"
"Go right ahead sir" margie said, "climb in
the back and moo!"
And when the got to Montreal they missed the
Autoroute
But they found that everyone in town was glad to help them
out
"The sooner you hit Toronto", they said, "the sonner you'll make it
big"
'Cause Margo's got the cargo, bye, and Reggie's got the rig


Chorus


Well, I wish you could've been there at the corner of Queen and Yonge
When
Margo found the company and she dumped her load of dung
And when she found
the office, she was singin' and doin' a jig
'Cause Margo's got the Cargo,
bye, and Reggie's got the rig
It was later in the evening when they heard
from Mr. Judge
"I don't know what to give yous, but I'll never hold a
grudge
I think a thousand dollars would be fair to hand you down
And
thirty days of lodging will be free upon the town!"
Well Margo said to Reggie
"what a helluva deal we struck"
We might have lost the cow, bye, but still
we've got the truck
And now they're back in Newfoundland, they're loading up
the pig
Margo's got the cargo, bye, and Reggie's got the rig


Chorus 2x
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BIG JOE MUFFERAW
Stompin' Tom Connors


E A D E A
Heave hi heave hi ho the best man in Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe,
Mufferaw Joe


A D
Chorus Big Joe Mufferaw paddled up the Madawa
A E
All the way
from Ottawa in just one day
A D
Hey hey, on the river Ottawa the best man
we ever saw
A E A
Was big Joe Mufferaw the old folks say
E A
Come
and listen & I'll tell you what the old folks say


A D
Well they say big Joe had an old pet frog
A E
Bigger than a
horse & he barked like a dog
A D
And the only thing quicker than a
train upon a track
E D A
Was Big Joe ridin' on that bull frog's back
E
A D E A
Heave hi heave hi ho the best man in Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe,
Mufferaw Joe



Well they say Big Joe used to get real wet
From cuttin down timber
& working up a sweat
And everyone'll tell ya 'round Carleton Place
The
Mississippi dripped off of Big Joe's face
Heave hi heave hi ho the best man
in Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe, Mufferaw Joe


Now Joe had to portage from Gatineau down
To see a little girl he had in
Kemptville town
Well he was back & forth so many times to see that
gal
That the path he wore became the Rideau Canal
Heave hi heave hi ho the
best man in Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe, Mufferaw Joe


Chorus


Well they say Big Joe put out a forest fire
Half way between Renfrew &
old Arnprior
He was fifty miles away down around Smith Falls
When he
drownded out the fire with five spitballs
Heave hi heave hi ho the best man
in Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe, Mufferaw Joe


Well he jumped into Calagogie Lake real fast
And he swam both ways to
catch a cross eyed bass
But he threw it on the ground & said I can't eat
that
And then he covered it over with Mount St. Pat
Heave hi heave hi ho
the best man in Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe, Mufferaw Joe


Well they say Big Joe drank a bucket of Gin
Then he beat the living tar
out of 29 men
And high on the ceiling of the Pembroke pub
There's 29
bootmarks & they're signed with love
Heave hi heave hi ho the best man in
Ottawa was Mufferaw Joe, Mufferaw Joe


Chorus


Big Joe Mufferaw
Big Joe Mufferaw
Big Joe Mufferaw
Big Joe
Mufferaw
Big Joe Mufferaw


Dan nicholas
Arnprior, On. Canada
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My Little Eskimo
Stompin' Tom Connors
From the LP.. Bud The Spud
& Other favourites


C G7
I'll make my way this Saturday to my darling oh so true
C
Up
north so far neath the daylight star & she lives in an igloo
G7

>From Edmonton I'll make my way to pay for the wrong I've done
F C

My Little Eskimo where the moon shines low
G7 C
in the land of the
midnight sun



C G7
I left the north to travel south many months ago


But I did find that true love is blind down
C
here where there ain't
no snow
G7
Of all the girls that's in the world for me there's only one

F C
My Little Eskimo where the moon shines low
G7 C
in the land
of the midnight sun



C G7
Now polar bear & walrus hair may cover up her form
C

But don't you know 88 below it isn't very warm
G7
So rain or snow
I'm a gonna go cause she's the only one
F C
My Little Eskimo where the
moon shines low
G7 C
in the land of the midnight sun



C
In the cool of the night when the northern lights
G7
are
flashing everywhere


Well I'd be nose to nose & love soon grows
C
in the world of a
way up there
G7
So goodbye Jack & I won't be back, I'm off to see
someone
F C
My Little Eskimo where the moon shines low
G7 C
in
the land of the midnight sun



C G7
I'll make my way this Saturday to my darling oh so true
C

Up north so far neath the daylight star & she lives in an igloo
G7

>From Edmonton I'll make my way to pay for the wrong I've done
F C

My Little Eskimo where the moon shines low
G7 C
in the land of the
midnight sun
F C
My Little Eskimo where the moon shines low
G7 C

in the land of the midnight sun


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Rubberhead
By Stompin' Tom Connors


Chorus
NC G7 C
Goodbye Rubberhead so long boob
G7
Go &
blow your inner tube


I got a brand new sugar cube
C
so Goodbye Rubberhead so long boob



C G7
I told my baby nice please don't flirt around
C
And
don't give eyes to other guys it makes my poor heart pound
G7
And as I
told her nice please don't make me dread
C
She winked her eye at another
guy & when they left here's what they said


Chorus


G7
I phoned my baby twice to say she'd hurt me bad
C
And asked
her when she's free again to make my poor heart glad
G7
Oh yes I phoned
her twice & as with her I pled
C
She left me alone on the buzzin'
phone with memory of what she'd said


Chorus


C
Well I was feelin' kinda sad around that time and
G7
Well I
took some good advice & I met me another girl
C
And just to walk
with her one block it sets my heart to whirl
G7
And when we met my ex,
well did her face get red
C
She must have burned at the way I turned my
nose up in the air & said



Chorus




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Singing Away My Blues
By Stompin' Tom Connors


D Bb A


D
Well my heartaches are all gone


I feel a song commin' on
D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues


D
I got my fingers in a snap


I got my toes in a tap
D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues


G
Cho..Not a worry not a care
D
No regrets & no dispair
E

I'm recooperating fast
A
From a dark & dismal past


D
Well my heartaches are all gone


I feel a song commin' on
D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues



D
I gave that window blind a tear


Took a big breath of good fresh air
D
Well my heartaches are all gone


I feel a song commin' on
D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues




D
I gave my face a water splash


Through my troubles in the trash
D
Well my heartaches are all gone


I feel a song commin' on
D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues


Cho..


D
Well my heartaches are all gone


I feel a song commin' on
D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues



D
I got my fingers in a snap


I got my toes in a tap
D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues


Cho..


D
Well my heartaches are all gone


I feel a song commin' on
D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues


D Bb A D
I feel like singing away my blues



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Sudbury Saturday Night
Stompin' Tom Connors


Chorus:
The [C]girls are out to Bingo and the [F]boys are gettin'
stinko,
And we [C]think no more of Inco on a Sudbury Saturday
[G7]night.
The [C]glasses they will tinkle when our [F]eyes begin to
twinkle,
And we'll [C]think no more of Inco on a [G7]Sudbury Saturday
[C]night.


With Irish Jim O'Connel there and [F]Scotty Jack MacDonald,
There's
[C]honky Fredrick Hurchell gettin' [G7]tight, but that's alright,
There's
[C]happy German Fritzy there with [F]Frenchy getting tipsy,
And [C]even Joe
the Gypsy knows it's [G7]Saturday to[C]night.


Now when Mary Ann and Mabel come to [F]join us at the table,
And [C]tell
us how the Bingo went to[G7]night, we'll look a fright.
But [C]if they won
the money, we'll be [F]lappin' up the honey, boys,
'Cause [C]everything is
funny, for it's [G7]Saturday to[C]night.


Chorus, chorus instrumental


We'll drink the loot we borrowed and re[F]cuperate tomorrow,
'Cause
[C]everything is wonderful to[G7]night, we had a good fight,
We [C]ate the
Dilly Pickle and we for[F]got about the Nickel,
And [C]everybody's tickled,
for it's [G7]Saturday to[C]night.


The songs that we'll be singing, they might be [F]wrong but they'll be
ring=
ing,
[C]When the lights of town are shining [G7]bright, and we're
all tight,
We'll [C]get to work on Monday, but to[F]morrow's only
Sunday,
And we're [C]out to have a fun day for it's [G7]Saturday to[C]night.
Yeah=8A=



Chorus


We'll [F]think no more of [C]Inco on a [G7]Sudbury Saturday [C]night.


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The Canadian Lumberjack
By Stompin' Tom Connors


E B7
If I sang about a saddle, a lassoo, & a gun
E A B7 E

You'd think about a cowboy beneath the prarie sun
B7
But I sing
about a pine tree with a bucksaw & an axe
E A B7 E
I sing about a
big man, the Canadian Lumberjack



A E
Chorus - Oh hey to the happy workin' bushman
B7 E
Of
Canada He's a lumberjack
A E
Oh hey, to the master of the bushland

B7 E
He's born to live by the big broad axe
B7 E
He's born to
live by the big broad axe



E B7
He'll go up for a giant breackfast, of pancakes, beans &
mush
E A B7 E
And then you'll hear him whistle all morning through the
bush
B7
And when it comes to hardwork there's just no turning back
E
A B7 E
That son of a gun of an iron Canadian Lumberjack



Chorus


B7
And when his day is over he'll talk with many chums
E A B7 E

He'll sing about his sweetheart he'll wed when springtime comes



Chorus


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THE CONSUMER - STOMPIN' TOM CONNORS


Spoken:
A
The consumer, they call us
We're the people that buy

While everyone else is out to sell
B7 E7
Some kind of merchandise

A
We run to the boss and tell him
D
We need a bit more gold

A
Some tax deductions later
E7 A
And we still wind up in the
hole


Chorus:(with stompin')
A
Oh yes we are the people running in the race

B7 E7
Buying up the bargains in the old marketplace
A D
Another
sale on something, we'll buy it while it's hot
A E7 A
And save a lot of
money spending money we don't got
D A E7 A
We save a lot of money
spending money we don't got


The consumer, they call us
We always get a fair shake
We buy a fridge
that doesn't freeze
And a stove that doesn't bake
We can't buy nothing
lasting
Unless we get that raise in pay
Then they'd only charge us more
for the things
That cost us less today


The consumer, they call us
We're fussy what we eat
We look at the
price of a T-bone steak
And buy hamburg meat
And all those fancy
packages
We take down from the shelf
They're always full of good fresh
air
When they're not full of nothing else


Chorus


The consumer, they call us
When the man comes in the door
To give us
a deal on a vacuum
If we buy a rug for the floor
And how do we pay the
finance
When the monthly bills arrive?
They just send down the bailiff

To repossess the car we drive


The consumer is what they call us
We're always deep in debt
>From
buying drawers in discount stores
To fixing the TV set
We go to the bank
for the money
And sign for another loan
And pray the Lord doesn't see us
stop
In the tavern halfway home





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THE HOCKEY SONG
Stompin' Tom Connors


E B7
Hello out there we're on the air, it's hockey night tonight
E

The whistle blows & the tension grows and the puck goes down the
ice
A
The goalie jumps and the players bump & the fans all goes
insane
E B7 E
Someone roars Bobby scores at the good old hockey game


A E B7
Chorus Oh the good old hockey game is the best game you can
name
E
And the best name you can name is the good old hockey game


2nd Period


Where players dance with skates that flash the home team trails behind
But
they grab the puck & go bursting up & they're down across the
line
They storm the creese like bumble bees they travel like a burning
flame
We see them slide the puck inside it's a one one hockey game


Chorus


3rd Period Last game of the playoffs too!


Oh take me where those hockey players face off down the rink
And the
Stanley cup is all filled up for the champs who win the drink
Now the final
flick of a hockey stick and one gigantic scream
The puck is in the home team
wins the good old hockey game


Chorus
Chorus
Chorus


Heads up... He shoots he scores!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Dan Nicholas
Arnprior, On. Canada
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THE KETCHUP SONG
Performed by STOMPIN' TOM CONNERS



G D
There was a guy from P.E.I. they used to call potato
G
He
met this young Leemington Ontario tomato
D
But he had eyes for other
girls and she was a little mushy
G
And so they said well let's get wed
there's no sense being buzzy



C G D
Cho... Baked size french fries how they loved tomatos


So dress them up with Heinz ketchup
G
Ketchup loves potatos
D G

Ketchup loves potatos



So he went down to Windsor town to buy a ring on Monday
Saturday they
said o.k. we'll cut the cake on Sunday
But Sunday came & what a shame
they had no one to fetch it
Without a cake they just sat & ate potato
chips & ketchup


Cho...


And so this guy from P.E.I. they used to call potato
He's got to boys
& a little girl
Two spuds & one tomato
They romp & run
around Leemington
And boy when they get hungry
The bottle drips all over
the chips
Way down in ketchup country


Cho...


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The Man in the Moon is a Newfie
Stompin' Tom Connors


Chorus:
[D]You might think it's [G]goofy
But the [A7]man in the moon is
a [D]Newfie
And he's sailing on to [G]glory, a[A7]way in the golden
[D]dory
He's sailing on to [G]glory, a[A7]way in the golden [D]dory


Codfish Dan, from Newfoundland
He [A]dreamt that he had three
[D]wishes
And he took Mars and all the stars
And [A]turned them into big
[D]fishes
He said the sky was much too dry
And he [A]made a wavy
[D]motion
And the moon like a boat began to float
Up[A]on the starry
[D]ocean


Chrorus


One night he strayed to the Milky Way
To [A]cast his nets up[D]on it
He
spied the tail of a great big whale
And he [A]harpooned Halley's
[D]Comet
He never had a pot for the fish that he caught
So he [A]had to
use the Big [D]Dipper
And the sun, by jove, was a very good stove
For
[A]cooking up smelts and [D]kippers


Chorus


Now, the Northern Light that seem so bright
Like [A]nothing could be
[D]grander
Well, they're just waves of the moon-boat made
By the
[A]Newfoundland com[D]mander
And don't you sigh and say, "Oh, my
What
[A]gross exagger[D]ation!"
'Cause he'll tell you the dream was true
When
[A]Codfish Dan a[D]wakens.


Chorus





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Martin Hartwell Story
Stompin' Tom Connors


Chorus:
[F]Lost up in [C]no-man's land
In the [G7}Northwest
Terri[C]tories
They were [F]lost up in [C]no-man's land
The [G7]Marten
Hartwell [C]story
The [G7]Marten Hartwell [C]story


On November the 8th of '72
[G7]North of the Arctic [C]Circle
A plane
took off from Cambridge Bay
And the [G7]pilot's name was [C]Hartwell
He
[F]had to make it to [C]Yellowknife
Al[G7]though the night was [C]stormin'

To [F]save the lives of an [C]Eskimo boy
And a [G7]pregnant Eskimo
[C]woman.


"Oh, Mr. Hartwell," said the nurse
"I [G7]pray that you will [C]guide us

To save this woman with her child
And the [G7]boy with appendi[C]citis."

But the [F]wind, it blew and the [C]storm, it grew
And the [G7]signal of
Kan[C]twoita
They [F]missed by miles and [C]flying wild
They [G7]crashed
beside Lake [C]Hota.


Chorus


Now Judy Hill, the federal nurse
She [G7]never lived to [C]waken
And
the life of the mother and her child
Were [G7]both soon after [C]taken

But the [F]pilot woke to [C]find himself
And the [G7]Eskimo boy were
[C]livin'
[F]Left in pain be[C]side the plane
To [G7]search the skies of
[C]heaven.


Day by day the pilot lay
With [G7]both his ankles [C]broken
And it
took the lad everything he had
To G7keep the fire Cstokin'
While [F]in
the sky too [C]far away
The [G7]rescue team were [C]seakin'
A [F]signal
wave that [C]might be traced
The [G7]Hartwell's radio [C]beacon


Chorus




After nineteen days the aerial search
Was [G7]said to be com[C]pleted

Until someone cried, "They're still alive
And the [G7]search must be
re[C]peated."
And the [F]day the beep was [C]finally heard
Was the
[G7]day we'll all re[C]member
A [F]man was found [C]safe and sound
On
the [G7]9th day of De[C]cember.


Hartwell said he should have died
At [G7]35 below [C]zero
And the
reason Hartwell did survive
The [G7]boy had died a [C]hero,
"He
[F]brought me food when I [C]couldn't move
While [G7]he himself grew
[C]feeble
Yes, [F]Davy Koutouk [C]died a saint
And a [G7]credit to his
[C]people
[F]Davy Koutouk [C]died a saint
And a [G7]credit to his
[C]people."


Chorus


(repeat last line of chorus slowly)


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Tillsonburg
Stompin Tom Connors


While a[D]way down in southern On[A7]tario,
I never had a nickel or a
[D]dime to show,
A fellow beeped up in an [A7]automobile,
He said, "Ya
wanna work in the to[D]bacco fields of...


Chorus:
[G]Tillsonburg (Tillsonburg), [D]Tillsonburg (Tillsonburg),

My [A7]back still aches when I [G]hear that [D]word.


He said, "I'll only give ya seven [A7]bucks a day,
And if you're any good
you'll get a [D]raise in pay,
Your bed's already on the [A7]bunkhouse floor,

If it gets a little chilly you can [D]close the door.


Chorus


I was feelin' in the morning any[A7]thing but fine,
The farmer said, "I'm
gonna teach you [D]how to 'prime'."
He said, "You gotta don a pair of
[A7]oilskin pants,
If you wanna work in the to[D]bacco plants of...


Chorus


We landed in a field that was [A7]long and wide,
With one old horse and
[D]five more guys,
I asked him where to find the [A7]cigarette trees,

When he said, "Bend over," I was [D]ready to leave...


Chorus


He said to pick just the [A7]bottom leaves,
And don't start crawlin' on
your [D]hands and knees,
Prime your row 'cause you'll [A7]get no pay,

For standin' there pickin' at your [D]nose all day 'round...


Chorus


With a broken back bendin' [A7]over there,
I was wet right through to the
[D]underwear,
And it was stuck to my [A7]skin like glue,
>From the
nicotine tar and the [D]morning dew of...


Chorus


Now, the nearest river was [A7]two miles from,
The place they were
waitin' for the [D]boat to come,
When I heard some talk about [A7]makin' the
kill,
I was down the highway and [D]over the hill from


Chorus


Now there's one thing you can [A7]always bet,
If I never smoke another
[D]cigarette,
I might get taken in a [A7]lot of deals,
But I won't go
work in the to[D]bacco fields of...


Chorus (repeat last line to fade)


Stompin' Tom Connors

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