D#m Load up the old Dodge truck Bmaj7 We'll leave what we can't sell D#m Nobody needs a sharecropper's tools Fmaj7 or a dust filled well D#m Take you one last look around Bmaj7 shed you one last tear D#m For the broken plow, the broken dreams Bmaj7 D#m And the life we're leaving here
Pull the lines down tight The kids can ride on top of the load In the cool of the night They can crawl underneath the tarp To stay out of the cold Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand We'll cross 'em tired and torn If this beat up truck can carry us Far enough away from the storm
Chorus: B F# We're going to California C# There's work there for a man B F# Too proud to beg for charity C# B Too poor to make a stand C# Pray it's just the land we're losing F# B Not my life's blood that I leave D#m On the handles of that broken plow
That haunts me in my dreams
A man at a roadside station Don't like dealing with my kind He'd beat me out of my last dollar And never look me in the eye I heard 'em call us Okies Hell I don't know what that means But something tells me the promised land Ain't as promising as it seems
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Bridge: F Am Bmaj7 D#m This restless road is full of strangers Bmaj7 D#m They ain't no stranger than I am Bmaj7 D#m Hardened faces damn the dust and curse the wind D#m That drove us from this life and home Bmaj7 D#m We'll never know again
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On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams.