Making Hay

Artist: Dan Tyminski Song: Making Hay Album: Wheels Capo 2nd fret Intro guitar play IC--C--G-I----I----I IF--F--C-I----I----I IF--F--C-I----I----I IG--G--F-I----I----I Verse 1 He never went to school beyond the day he turned sixteen And I can’t say that I know being that poor really means He wouldn’t be mistaken for a man of high degree             F                C         (play second half of intro here) But he was just as smart as anyone to me Verse 2 (same as the other verses without ’intro’-ending) The first thing I remember till the day I moved away Up at every morning I don’t believe he missed a day It was always after sundown when he pulled up in the yard He’d put me on the tractor and let me drive into the barn [Chorus] Plow or planter rake or baler they were all the same to me When I grow up a farmer is all I ever wanna be I know that he was tired but he would sit and watch me play In my imagination I was really making hay I graduated high-school just before I turned eighteen Two years into college when I had a change of dreams I’d wear a damned old necktie like those city fellows do And move out in the suburbs like a million other fools I met a brown haired beauty who was sweet as she could be The day that we were married he stood right there next to me I knew that he was tired and he seemed so out of place He never said a word but it was written on his face [Chorus] I couldn’t read the signs that she was falling out of love Lonely turned to lonelier till she finally had enough So I packed up my suits and ties and gave them all away   And headed for the country just in time for making hay [Outro] No I won’t be mistaken for a man of high degree ’Cause I was born a farmer and that’s all I’ll ever be Tabbed by Sigmoid