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 cant escape the picture frames, theres 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, Im tired of being used and grinded down, I feel so low
Can you make me feel like Im 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 theres 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 wont ever know hes 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 theyll never know
She said All Ive got is m y stories and this old guitar, my crops have all come and
away,
Ive 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, Ive never cared much for any go vernment, Ive got my jesus when I feel the time
right,
Singin Im 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