The Last River Bottomed Fig Plucker — Give Him The Tools

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GIVE HIM THE TOOLS - THE LAST RIVER BOTTOMED FIG PLUCKER
"Drank the Wrong Koolaid" (2/22/2019), track 3

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Em

 [sung kind of like Bob Dylan]
Em
 I just let ‘em go, yeah
Em
 Just let ‘em go
Em
 Won’t talk to him
                     C
Just let him come up with
               Em
Ah, just crazy chin (?)

Em
 I was out by his house and
Em
 Droppin’ them tools off
Em                            C
 See what he do with them, oh man
           Em
What could build, uh-huh

               C
I’ll take them song right out of his lungs
Em
 Get him off of that phone
C
 Just for a couple minutes
                 Em
Yeah won’t feel alone

Em
 All he needs is some love, mhm
Em
 Yeah, just put ‘er right down on this page here
C                                          Em
 That might be enough, get him through his day
                                  C
Cause where he lives he don’t get nothin’
                           Em
‘xcept from the tall, tall trees, ah

                       C
And a noose around his neck
                   Em
Hopin’ he can feel free
                        C
Knowin’ that’s the only thing
N.C.            Em
That’ll set him free

Em
 So I write every song and mail it to him
Em
 See what he can do with it
        C                             Em
He just might wanna sing it all night long

Em                                             C
 He’s walkin’ out back and I see he was havin’ trouble
                               Em
Must be somethin’ in that hickory
                     C
The color of ‘em old stones seared
                           Em
He’s on his knees and he’s prayin’
              C
Oh Lord, he’s prayin’ again
              Em
Someone loves him

           C                       Em
If only he knew but we all got his back
               C                  Em
All he’s gotta do is give a little
               C                   Em
All he’s gotta do is trust a little

           Em
Ah, he’s so damn alone (?)
Em
 He grew up on that farm
Em
 Got a pitchfork in both arms
       C                          Em
And he can’t, he can’t do nothin’ else

Em
 He’s a diggin’ a ditch
Em
 Put them plants on in
C                                         Em
 Gonna make himself rich I guess, I don’t know
              C
They all say, why’s he doin’ this?
                          Em
He’s tryin’ to keep them alive

             C                                  Em
Holdin’ down people that think they can run his life
                C
He is tryin’ to keep them alive
                              Em
All them trees growin’ on the hillside
                             C
Just bein’ a steward of this land
                   Em
No-one understands him

Em  C  Em  C  Em		
    

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