Standard (EADGBE)

H igh upon a forgotten mountain top, lay a garden, untended and dry

't was a yard that hadn't felt children's feet running, for the mother long

ago, taught her children how to f ly

Within a simple cabin, unt ouched by industrial hands

Sat the aging mother in her h ome

You can’t escape the picture frames, there’s too many, she s aid

They keep me from being al one

Well she spo ke, "he was an honest man, he worked hard to put food on our plates

We ll we had more babies than we had arms, we struggled all our lives

But the rewards were g reat

And when my son came home from the war, he rested his head on my breast

And sa id, “mom, I’m tired of being used and grinded down, I feel so low

Can you make me feel like I’m the b est?”

Well my best friend truly wed a savage man, he wore her like a bad tattoo

For his only love was for the bo ttle, she said there’s only one thing left for me to do

To be wild once again, to take back my life and run away, set flames to his truck

He won’t ever know he’s be en missing I did every day, joy freedom, dance, and love

Dance and l ove..."

These are the stories that this m other spoke to me,

As I brought her garden back to grow. I was rewarded with a w arm meal

Tales neve r to be heard, some call it poverty, but they’ll never know

She said “All I’ve got is m y stories and this old guitar, my crops have all come and

away,

I’ve got a head full of recipies,entici ng to the taste and a liking to wake up and greet

day

Got b ad back from raising my children, from hugging my husband so tight

Hell, I’ve never cared much for any go vernment, I’ve got my jesus when I feel the time

right,

Singin’ I’m the richest I'll ever be, I embrace the world I have all around me. So sing

dying song, and

slap your knee, Have a taste of true anarc hy

Yeah, anar chy