Plowed-Ground
Copyright by: Verne Garrison
Valley Park, Mo October 21, 2008
Banjo Tuned E, Capo 1, Key of D
[Plowed-Ground]
D G D
My brother, and I were five and ten years old
A
We were headed for Uncle Grovers for a haircut
D G D
Not to "walk on plowed ground," we were told
A D
But it was much shorter, so we took the shortcut
G D
Spring rains had made the plowed ground like muck
A
Before you knowed it, little brother and I were stuck
D G D
So scary, we thought we were in quick-sand
A D
Then came Dad, in hip boots, to lend us a hand
G D
He carried us out,
A
One under each arm
D G D
Said he had heard our mournful shout
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Rescued us, saving us from harm
G D
My brother, and I, we cleaned off the mud without a sound,
A
Looked at each other, and knew
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We would never, ever, again cut across plowed ground.
We would walk to Uncle Grovers,
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But not "over plowed-ground"