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"Crop Comes In"
Chatham County Line
Capo 2
[Verse 1]
G C Am C
Sweet Marie I can hardly Wait
G C Am C
Theres gas in the tank, tonight's our fate
G C Am C
Let us not part souls by the porches light
G Am C D
Let's go out together into the night
G C Am C
She said her friend Peter had a steady wage
G C Am C
A home for two, numbers on the page
G C Am C
Well I thought for a while and that's when she spoke
G Am C D
And the words as they started I thought were a joke, she said
[Chorus]
G Am
Come see me when your crop comes in
C D
(When the water's high you can afford to spend)
G Am
I'm high on the cotton and my dress is fine
C D
(And I'd spend it all if you could be mine)
G Am
I'm not the kind of woman that's bound to lose
C D G
So don't come around with your poor boy blues
[Verse 2]
G C Am C
She was sore from the moment she picked up
G C Am C
A plastic fork and a paper cup
G C Am C
But She laughed at my jokes and she sure could smile
G Am C D
Something cheap as love should last a while, she said
[Chorus]
G Am
Come see me when your crop comes in
C D
(When the water's high you can afford to spend)
G Am
I'm high on the cotton and my dress is fine
C D
(And I'd spend it all if you could be mine)
G Am
I'm not the kind of woman that's bound to lose
C D G
So don't come around with your poor boy blues
Am
Does a diamond really talk that loud
C (add ring finger to low E string?)
Does just love not make you proud
Am
When you've got all you can use
C (add pinky on high E string?) D
Don't bore me with your rich girl blues
[Verse 3]
G C Am C
Well Sweet Marie I can hardly wait
G C Am C
Back when I thought you were my fate
G C Am C
But a diamond told you to walk that aisle
G Am C D
Even though you could have been, could have been my style
[Chorus]
G Am
Come see me when your crop comes in
C D
(When the water's high you can afford to spend)
G Am
I'm high on the cotton and my dress is fine
C D
(And I'd spend it all if you could be mine)
G Am
I'm not the kind of woman that's bound to lose
C D G
So don't come around with your poor boy blues