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Chaney's Farm 
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C                 F                   G7                         F            C
Goin’ down to Chaney’s Farm; Chaney’s Farm, where I’ve heard told.
                            F                G7                   F        C
They've got whiskey stills all over, hollers filled with Yankee gold.
                        F                     G7                     C     Am
Yankee gold, and nice clear water; The sweetest girl I ever saw.
F                    G7                      F                        G7   C
I’ll go a-courtin’ Chaney’s daughter; Dance her out that cabin door.


Dance her out into the evenin’, where the pine trees weep and moan,
Lay her on a bed of clover; Pretty soon I’ll take her home.
Take her home if she is willin’; Stake my claim and walk her out.
It’s my dream that she keeps fillin’; There cannot be any doubt.

Goin’ down to Chaney’s Farm; Chaney’s Farm by yonder mill.
I got my rifle on my shoulder; Coon dogs running at my heel.
Chaney says that I will never, take his daughter for my bride.
I’m too dumb and she’s so clever; Old man, Chaney, better hide.

Her brother Clancy, stood there grinnin’, said I was three kinds of fool,
Ol’ Ma Chaney sat there spinnin’; she didn’t oughta be so cruel.
Said, Go home, back to the mountain; back to the Ma they called, That whore!
I saw the blood spray like a fountain, and danced right out that cabin door.

Chaney running hell for leather; I felt the shot, but I ain’t done yet.
I left him floating on the river; his daughter is my one regret.
Laid her on a bed of clover, down where the pine trees weep and moan.
Laid myself right there beside her; I ain’t ever gonna go back home.

Goin’ down to Chaney’s Farm; Chaney’s Farm, where I’ve heard told.
They've got whiskey stills all over, hollers filled with Yankee gold.
Yankee gold, and nice clear water; The echo of our dyin’ moans.
Come on Prince, and come on Rover; Lord, have mercy on our bones.

CODA:
Come on Prince, and come on Rover; Lord, have mercy on our bones.

 

 

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