HAROLD WILSON Fred J. Eaglesmith (Key of E, played from open C position with capo at the 4th fret) C Am Harold Wilson is my name, son, why don't you sit a spell? C Am I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel C Am And though you do not know me, there's a story I like to tell E F C G Am 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? G Am I live right here on the Ferguson Road at the Paradise Motel.