Tom: G
G A
Well the, the wind blows hard upon whippoorwill hill
C G
and the red buds sway in the breeze
G A
And if you listen real close you can hear
C G
the desperate cry of a broken man on his knees.
[Chorus]
C G
And the rain beats hard on a poor man's head
C G
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
A C G
And the water keeps on risin at the old homestead
[Verse]
G A
Well if the corns knees high by the fourth of July
C G
and Mother Nature smiles on us all
G
And there's a ring around the moon
A
and that means rain is comin' soon
C G
and we'll have a good harvest this fall.
[Chorus]
C G
And the rain beats hard on a poor on man's head
C G
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
A C G
And the moon keeps on shinin at the old homestead
[Verse]
G A
Well the, the wind blows through the wheat field at night
C G
and it plays a lonely tune
G A
And the bones clatter in the trees waving in the summer breeze
C G
Well there ain't nothin like Lee County in June
[Chorus]
C G
And the rain beats hard on a poor man's head
C G
And the wind blows the nails out of the tin roof of the shed
A C G
And the river keeps on flowin at the old homestead
