Biography:
Chris Knight (born June 24, 1960) is an American singer-songwriter from Slaughters, Kentucky. In addition to releasing solo records of his own material, Knight has had a successful career writing songs that have been recorded by Confederate Railroad, John Anderson, and Randy Travis among others.
Knight was born in St. Louis, Missouri, and grew up in Slaughters, Kentucky. His extended family lives in the same area of Kentucky. Knight has three brothers and a sister.
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Other songs:
- 'til My Leavin's Through
- Blame Me
- Down The River
- Enough Rope
- Framed
- Heart Of Stone
- It Ain't Easy Being Me
- Lova And A .45
- North Dakota
- Send A Boat
- Summer Of '75
- A Pretty Good Guy
- Almost There
- Another Friday Night
- Band Is Playing Too Slow
- Beckys Bible
- Bridle On A Bull
- Bring The Harvest Home
- Broken Plow
- Crooked Road
- Cry Lonely
- Danville
- Go On Home
- Hard Candy
- Hard Edges
- Hell Aint Half Full
- Hello Old Man
- Here Comes The Rain
- Highway Junkie
- Homesick Gypsy
- House And 90 Acres
- If I Were You
- It Aint Easy Bein Me
- It Aint Easy Being Me
- Jack Blue
- Leaving Souvenirs
- Little Victories
- Love And A 45
- Low Down Ramblin Blues
- My Old Cars
- Nothing On Me
- Out Of This Hole
- Ritas Only Fault
- Run From Your Memory
- Rural Route
- Something Changed
- Spike Drivin Blues
- Summer Of 7
- Summer Of 75
- The Band Is Playing Too Slow
- The Border
- The Hammer Going Down
- The Rivers Own
- Till My Leavins Through
- William
- Williams Son
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Capo 5
Am
Load up the old Dodge truck
Fmaj7
We’ll leave what we can’t sell
Am
Nobody needs a sharecropper’s tools
Fmaj7
or a dust filled well
Am
Take you one last look around
Fmaj7
shed you one last tear
Am
For the broken plow, the broken dreams
Fmaj7 Am
And the life we’re leaving here
Pull the lines down tight
The kids can ride on top of the load
In the cool of the night
They can crawl underneath the tarp
To stay out of the cold
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand
We’ll cross ‘em tired and torn
If this beat up truck can carry us
Far enough away from the storm
Chorus:
F C
We’re going to California
G
There’s work there for a man
F C
Too proud to beg for charity
G F
Too poor to make a stand
G
Pray it’s just the land we’re losing
C F
Not my life’s blood that I leave
Am
On the handles of that broken plow
That haunts me in my dreams
A man at a roadside station
Don’t like dealing with my kind
He’d beat me out of my last dollar
And never look me in the eye
I heard ‘em call us Okies
Hell I don’t know what that means
But something tells me the promised land
Ain’t as promising as it seems
Chorus
Bridge: F Am
Fmaj7 Am
This restless road is full of strangers
Fmaj7 Am
They ain’t no stranger than I am
Fmaj7 Am
Hardened faces damn the dust and curse the wind
Am
That drove us from this life and home
Fmaj7 Am
We’ll never know again
Chorus
On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams
Am
Load up the old Dodge truck
Fmaj7
We’ll leave what we can’t sell
Am
Nobody needs a sharecropper’s tools
Fmaj7
or a dust filled well
Am
Take you one last look around
Fmaj7
shed you one last tear
Am
For the broken plow, the broken dreams
Fmaj7 Am
And the life we’re leaving here
Pull the lines down tight
The kids can ride on top of the load
In the cool of the night
They can crawl underneath the tarp
To stay out of the cold
Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand
We’ll cross ‘em tired and torn
If this beat up truck can carry us
Far enough away from the storm
Chorus:
F C
We’re going to California
G
There’s work there for a man
F C
Too proud to beg for charity
G F
Too poor to make a stand
G
Pray it’s just the land we’re losing
C F
Not my life’s blood that I leave
Am
On the handles of that broken plow
That haunts me in my dreams
A man at a roadside station
Don’t like dealing with my kind
He’d beat me out of my last dollar
And never look me in the eye
I heard ‘em call us Okies
Hell I don’t know what that means
But something tells me the promised land
Ain’t as promising as it seems
Chorus
Bridge: F Am
Fmaj7 Am
This restless road is full of strangers
Fmaj7 Am
They ain’t no stranger than I am
Fmaj7 Am
Hardened faces damn the dust and curse the wind
Am
That drove us from this life and home
Fmaj7 Am
We’ll never know again
Chorus
On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams
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