Now I’m A Farmer – guitar crd

Now I'm A Farmer | guitar crd
By The Who
>From Odds & Sods, 1968, 1974
Written by Pete Townshend ©1974 Fabulous Music Ltd.

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transcribed by                                       Whotabs                    
litgo@aol.com               1998-04-24               www.thewho.net/whotabs     
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Capo on 3

Bb/C       x(3)8766
F/C        x(3)7565
G7/C       x(3)576x
Dm/C       x(3)776(5)
C/G        3x5553 
G6         355453

[intro; pedal C (two guitars on record)]
| Bb/C | F/C   | G7/C   Dm/C Dm/C | C(no3) |

| Bb/C | F/C   | G7/C   F/C  F/C  | C      |

           G
I've got a spade and a pick-axe
      G                               C     C     Csus4  C C  Csus4
And a hundred miles square of land to churn about
   G                         G
My old horse is weary but sincerely
                      C      C     Csus4   C  C  Csus4
I believe that he can pull a plough
           F                            F
Well, I've moved into the jungle of the agriculture rumble,
   C                 C
To grow my own food
         G                               
And I'll dig and plough and scrape the weeds
          G                      C                 F/C F/C F/C C
'til I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through

[chorus]
(E  F  F# G)  G       (G6)         G                (G6)      C    F/C C
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
(E  F  F# G)  G       (G6)         G        .       (G6)      C    F/C C
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging

      Bb/C        F/C         G7/C  Dm/C Dm/C C(no3)
It's alarming how charming it is to be   a-   farming
                            [3/4]            [4/4] 
    Bb/C        F/C         |G7/C   G7/C G7/C|C
How calming and balming the effect of   the   air


Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn
That stretched as far as the eye can see
That's a whole lot of cornflakes,
Near enough to feed New York 'til 1973
Cultivation is my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
Tip New York's corn flakes in the sea

[repeat chorus]
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm digging, digging, digging, digging, digging

It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air

[break]
C    C/G    C    C/G   

Now, look here, son
The right thing to say
Isn't necessarily what you want to say
The right thing to do
Isn't necessarily what you want to do
The right thing to grow
Ain't necessarily what you want to grow
Your own happiness
Doesn't necessarily teach you what you want to know

Well, I'm suntanned and deep, so's the horse
And my hands are deeply grained
Old horse is a-grazing, it's amazing
Just how lazily he took the strain
Well, my pick and spade are rusty,
Because I'm paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare

G
It's alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air

[second break]

When you grow what I grow

C    C/G    C   C/G...  

Tomatoes, potatoes, stew, eggplants, hmm
Potatoes, tomatoes, a ha, gourds...

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litgo@aol.com

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