Biography:
Mark Lavon Helm (May 26, 1940-April 19, 2012), better known as Levon Helm, was an American rock musician most famous as the drummer for the rock group The Band. Helm was also known for his deeply soulful, country-style voice, and powerful drumming style highlighted on many of the The Band's recordings, such as "The Weight", "Up on Cripple Creek", "King Harvest", "Ophelia" and "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down".
Early years
Helm was born in Marvell, Arkansas and began playing the guitar at the age of eight.
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This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
(intro)
D--7---7---7--------------7---7--7-9-
A--7h9---9-7--9-7---7-9---7h9---9---- F#m E
E---------------7h9-----9------------
A Bm
I worked the land to raise a family
G A
'Till I was weary to the bone
F#m G
But hard labour never bothered me
D A
Lord, it's all I ever known
A Bm
Too many seasons of calamity
G A
And too much interest on the loan
F#m G
It's half the size as it used to be
D A E Esus4 E
And half of that is stone
E A
The crops ain't worth a-seeding
D A E Esus4 E
Timber only gets you fire
E A
The live-stock I'm a-feeding
D A E
I can hardly keep 'em alive
F#m E D
I gotta do what I can to survive
(chorus)
F#m D
I know the law wont be forgiving
A E
But that'll be the choice I made
Bm G
I used to farm for a living
D A
But now I'm in the growing trade
(intro riff)
A Bm
The summer beauty of the cotton fields
G A
Was like a view from heaven's door
F#m G
My grandaddy said that harvest time
D A
Was what the good lord made us for
A Bm
I guess he'd wonder where's the dignity
G A
In a crop you raise to burn
F#m G
But this land is my legacy
D A E Esus4 E
I got nowhere else to turn
E A
Shotgun on my shoulder
D A E Esus4 E
Where a tote sack oughta be
E A
The theives are getting bolder
D A E
And the feds may be watching me
F#m E D
I gotta quit this eventually
(chorus)
F#m D
I know the law wont be forgiving
A E
But that'll be the choice I made
Bm G
I used to farm for a living
D A Asus4 A
But now I'm in the growing trade
E A
Helicopters in the distance
D A E
Getting closer every day
E A
They're gonna meet some resistance
D A E
Ain't no price too big to pay
E A
It won't make any difference,
D A E
When they take it all away,
E A
Between the cot in the jailhouse
D A E
And a bed beneath the clay
F#m E D
I guess there's nothing to do now but pray
(chorus)
D--7---7---7--------------7---7--7-9-
A--7h9---9-7--9-7---7-9---7h9---9---- F#m E
E---------------7h9-----9------------
A Bm
I worked the land to raise a family
G A
'Till I was weary to the bone
F#m G
But hard labour never bothered me
D A
Lord, it's all I ever known
A Bm
Too many seasons of calamity
G A
And too much interest on the loan
F#m G
It's half the size as it used to be
D A E Esus4 E
And half of that is stone
E A
The crops ain't worth a-seeding
D A E Esus4 E
Timber only gets you fire
E A
The live-stock I'm a-feeding
D A E
I can hardly keep 'em alive
F#m E D
I gotta do what I can to survive
(chorus)
F#m D
I know the law wont be forgiving
A E
But that'll be the choice I made
Bm G
I used to farm for a living
D A
But now I'm in the growing trade
(intro riff)
A Bm
The summer beauty of the cotton fields
G A
Was like a view from heaven's door
F#m G
My grandaddy said that harvest time
D A
Was what the good lord made us for
A Bm
I guess he'd wonder where's the dignity
G A
In a crop you raise to burn
F#m G
But this land is my legacy
D A E Esus4 E
I got nowhere else to turn
E A
Shotgun on my shoulder
D A E Esus4 E
Where a tote sack oughta be
E A
The theives are getting bolder
D A E
And the feds may be watching me
F#m E D
I gotta quit this eventually
(chorus)
F#m D
I know the law wont be forgiving
A E
But that'll be the choice I made
Bm G
I used to farm for a living
D A Asus4 A
But now I'm in the growing trade
E A
Helicopters in the distance
D A E
Getting closer every day
E A
They're gonna meet some resistance
D A E
Ain't no price too big to pay
E A
It won't make any difference,
D A E
When they take it all away,
E A
Between the cot in the jailhouse
D A E
And a bed beneath the clay
F#m E D
I guess there's nothing to do now but pray
(chorus)
