HAROLD WILSON	Fred J. Eaglesmith

(Key of E, played from open C position with capo at the 4th fret)

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Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell?
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I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel
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And though you do not know me, there's a story I like to tell
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It's a story that I'm sure you know well  It's a story that I'm sure you know well

I had me a place on the Thunder Ridge in a doomsday shack
My wife had left and took the kids a couple of years back
And I spent most of my mornings thinking about that
And my afternoons trying to figure out what to plant
I spent my afternoons trying to figure out what to plant

Chorus:
Did you ever try to farm a farm with a pick and a shovel?
Try to put a field into corn just wouldn't grow nothing?
Staring down across the town, you wonder why you even bother
When up the road there's a vacant room with climate control and colour
And you can stay there by the month for a hundred dollars. (x2)

There wasn't money in corn and there wasn't money in beans
They took my telephone, shut off my electricity
Then a letter came in the mail saying there was taxes owed by me
If I was ever going to pay, well I had three weeks. (x2)

(Chorus)

They sold that farm to some fool for ten cents on the dollar
I saw him out there last week, I was on the way to visit my daughter
And that son of a gun was out there trying to hook a windmill up to water
When he heard me laugh, he turned and I swear he hollered. (x2)

(Chorus)

Now the government cheques come down the pike as regular as rain
I sit outside 'most every night except when the June bugs drive me in
Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell?
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I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel.